Prescription For The Blues

Clara Smith

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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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