Arthritis Blues
Composer(s): Butch Hayes
Ramblin' Jack Elliott



Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna 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
Gonna find you somehow

I went to the doctor, doctor looked sad
Well he looked in his book, and he told me what I had
And it's all kind of trouble
Gonna 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
Gonna 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
Gonna find you somehow

Arthritis is a thing to miss
It will leave you walkin' with a double twist
And it's all kinds of trouble
Gonna find you somehow

All kinds of trouble, good Lord
Gonna find you somehow