Arthritis Blues - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Went to the the doctor

The doctor looked sad

Well, he looked in his book

And he told me what I had

And its all, kinds of trouble

Going to find you somehow

Arthritis is a thing to miss

It will leave you walking

With a double twist

And it’s all kinds of trouble

Going to find you somehow

Can’t stand up, can’t lay down

You can’t sit in a chair

You can’t roll on the ground

And it’s all kind of trouble

Going to find you somehow

Doctor, doctor, doctor

Get your X-ray machine

Well it feel so good

Just about like morphine

And it’s all kind of trouble

Going to find you somehow

When you get to Heaven

Tell the judge for me

I’ve had sixteen years of the third degree

And it’s all kind of trouble

Going to find you somehow

All kinds of trouble, good Lord

Going to find you somehow