A popular song from 1911
Words and music by Irving Berlin and Ted Snyder
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Jonesy with a frown was telling Mister Brown
“Old pal, I’m just as sick as I can be
Most everything I’ve done, the doctors every one
In vain have tried to find a cure for me
I’ve tried a thousand different remedies
They helped me not, for this is my disease”
Chorus
One o’clock in the morning I get lonesome
One o’clock in the morning I get blue
But my wife and family won’t stay up with me
So I’ve got to leave the house and hunt for company
Going in and out the different places
Places where they’ve thrown away the key
I just hunt until I’m wild
For a woman, man or child
Who is troubled with the same disease as me
- Many doctors thought an operation ought
To be the very thing without a doubt
They ethered him, the fools, then went to get their tools
Came back at one to cut his lonesome out
They found a dozen nurses by his side
They asked him to explain and he replied
Sung here by Laurence Rubenstein: