You can hear this recording on Spotify. It's on "Clara Smith, Vol. 2: 1924" (Document Records DOCD-5365)


PRESCRIPTION FOR THE BLUES
As sung by Clara Smith on Columbia 14045D, 1924.

All day long I worry; 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 find
Something in your satchel to pacify my mind.
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues,
The weary 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 'Gyptian [or possibly "gypsy"], hoodoo doctor, 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'd just as soon to die.
Give me something poison, doctor, won't you please?
Then I'll sign a paper: died with the heart disease.
Doctor, doctor, write me a prescription for the blues,
The blamed old blues.

[The Online 78-rpm Discography Project credits Porter Grainger (1891-1955?) as the composer, and so does Wikipedia.]