Prescription For The Blues کے بول

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