Skeeter Davis — Prescription For The Blues

All day long I worry All night 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 sachet to pacify my mind Oh, doctor, doctor Write me a prescription for the blues Lately, tell you doctor Why I'm in misery Once I had a lover He went away from me I went to see the ejection and the voodoo doctors too They shook their heads And told there was nothing they could do Oh, doctor, doctor Why not write me a prescription for the blues Just like a little baby All night, night I cry Now doctor if you can't cure me Why I just as soon to die So give me something poison, doctor Won't you please And then I'll sign a paper saying I die with heart disease Oh, doctor, doctor Write me a prescription for the blues