A popular song from 1920
Words by Al. Wilson
Music by Irving Bibo
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- I’m feeling sad, I’m feeling bad
I went to see my doctor today
The doctor said,
“Your trouble’s gone to your head
And you must take my advice right away
I know just what’s wrong with you
Medicine will never do
I’ve had a lot of patients
With the same complaint”
When he told me what was wrong
I thought that I would faint
Chorus
I’ve got the profiteering blues,
I’ve got the profiteering blues
High prices make me sick for
All my chothes are worn through
I’ll have to dress like Adam
But what else can I do
I’ve got the profiteering blues
I can’t afford to buy a pair of shoes
Ev’ry time I get a raise I laugh with glee
Then along come my landlord
And takes if from me
It seems the more I make
The more they take
I’ve got the profiteering blues
- Long, long ago, prices were low
That is like a dream now to me
A little pay, would go a very long way
A loaf of bread now is a luxury
I’m disgusted through and through
Here’s what I would like to do
Just like Rip Van Winkle
I would like to sleep
Until the cost of living
Once again is cheap