Prescription For The Blues
by 
Porter Grainger 
recording of October 15, 1924 
from 
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 2 (1924) (Document 5365) 
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