Prescription For The Blues
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All day long I'm worried, all night long I'm blue
I'm so awfully lonesome, I don't know what to do
So I ask you doctor, see if you can't find
Something in your satchel to satisfy my mind
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The wearied blues
Let me tell you doctor, why I'm in misery
Once I had a lover, he went away from me
Sent to see the gypsy,
voodoo
doctors too
Shook their heads and told me, nothing they could do
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The mean old blues
Like a little baby, all day long I cry
And if you can't cure me, I just am sure to die
Give me something, poison, doctor won't you please
Then I'll sign a paper: died with the heart's disease
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues
The plain old blues
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