PRESCRIPTION FOR THE BLUES
As recorded by Skeeter Davis on "maryfrances" (1969)

All day long I worry; all night long I'm blue.
I feel so awfully lonesome, I don't know what to do,
And so I ask you, doctor, to see if you can find
Something in your sachel to pacify my mind.
Oh, doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues.
I've got those blues.

Let me tell you, doctor, while I'm in misery.
Once I had a lover; he went away from me.
I went to see the Egyptian and the hoodoo doctors too.
They shook their heads and told me there was nothin' they could do.
Oh, doctor, doctor, why not write me a prescription for the blues?

Just like a little baby, all night I cry.
Now, doctor, if you can't cure me, why, I'd just as soon to die,
So give me something poison, doctor, won't you please?
And then I'll sign a paper sayin' I died with heart disease.
Oh, doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues.