Lyrics Arthritis Blues - Ramblin' Jack Elliott

Arthritis Blues

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