Ramblin' Jack Elliott ~ Arthritis Blues

Mais, I rolled out the bunk this morning and my ol' arthritic bones & knees was killin' me ... hadda wash down a handful dem Tylenol arthritis pills wit my mornin' cuppa mud, and put this ol' RJE tune on the jukebox. Gonna go fire up the smoker now, and smoke a couple slabs of ribs. God Bless America.

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Ramblin' Jack Elliott ~ Arthritis Blues

Went to the doctor. the doctor looked sad
Well, he looked in his book and he told me what I had
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

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

You can't stand up and you can't lay down
You can't sit in a chair .. you can't roll on the ground
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

Doctor, doctor, doctor, get your x-ray machine
Well, it feels so good, just about like morphine
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

If you get to Heaven, tell the judge for me
I've had sixteen years of the third degree
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

You can chase it away with your sweet apple jack
You wake up in the mornin' and it's squattin' on your back
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

Gin, rum, and whiskey will ease the pain
You wake up in the morning and you're right back again
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

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

If I live to be forty-three
You'll find me runnin' like a Model T
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

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

You can chase it away with your sweet apple jack
You wake up in the mornin' squattin' on your back
And it's all kinds of trouble gonna find you somehow

Arthritis is the thing to miss....