ARTHRITIS BLUES
(Butch Hayes)


Ramblin' Jack Elliott - 1962






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 


(Instrumental Break) 


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 


(Instrumental Break)


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






















(Contributed by Mel - January 2008)