Arthritis Blues
Ramblin' Jack Elliott Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In Ramblin' Jack Elliott's song Arthritis Blues, the artist reflects on his experience with arthritis. The lyrics evoke a sense of despair as the singer describes his visit to the doctor who looks "sad". The doctor, after consulting his book, informs the singer that he has arthritis. This revelation is described as "all kinds of trouble" that will "find you somehow". The artist highlights the debilitating impact of arthritis on one's physical capabilities, making it almost impossible to carry out everyday tasks such as standing up, sitting down or even rolling on the ground. The artist seems to be seeking relief from the condition, asking the doctor to get the X-ray machine which provides some form of relief from the pain, albeit temporarily. The mention of Heaven in the final verse, suggests that the singer views arthritis as a kind of punishment, and hopes that the judge in heaven will take pity on him for having endured this condition for sixteen years. The artist's overall portrayal of arthritis is quite bleak, with the song seemingly evoking a sense of hopelessness and defeat in the face of a painful and debilitating condition.


Line by Line Meaning

Went to the the doctor
I visited a doctor


The doctor looked sad
Upon seeing my condition, the doctor appeared unhappy


Well, he looked in his book
The doctor consulted his reference books


And he told me what I had
He informed me of my diagnosis


And its all, kinds of trouble
My condition is problematic in various ways


Going to find you somehow
Regardless of how, my condition will affect me


Arthritis is a thing to miss
The absence of arthritis is appreciated


It will leave you walking
Arthritis can result in difficulties in walking


With a double twist
Walking with a painful, abnormal gait


Can't stand up, can't lay down
I cannot stand up or lie down comfortably


You can't sit in a chair
Even sitting brings discomfort


You can't roll on the ground
Laying on the ground is painful


Doctor, doctor, doctor
I implore the doctor


Get your X-ray machine
Please use an X-ray machine to diagnose me


Well it feel so good
The relief from treatment feels like a euphoric drug


Just about like morphine
The relief is akin to that of morphine


When you get to Heaven
In the afterlife


Tell the judge for me
Inform the divine authority


I've had sixteen years of the third degree
I have suffered greatly for sixteen years


All kinds of trouble, good Lord
My affliction encompasses numerous issues, Lord help me


Going to find you somehow
Regardless of how, the affliction will impact the individual




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Denise Blake

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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


[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]

[Outro]
All kinds of trouble, good Lord
Going to find you somehow...



Jim Dixon

ARTHRITIS BLUES
Butch Hawes
(as sung by Ramblin' Jack Elliott)

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.



All comments from YouTube:

Denise Blake

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
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


[Chorus]

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]

[Outro]
All kinds of trouble, good Lord
Going to find you somehow...

Christopher Helton

I haven't had to deal with arthritis so far, but, every time I have a hemorrhoid flare-up, I put on this song. "Gin, rum, and whiskey will ease the pain...you wake up in the mornin' and it's right back again"...amen, brother.

AlvisaMinidoruv

I like this album's version the best of Jack's takes on this song. Thanks for posting.

Henry57069

My friend Bo sent me this when Arthritis jumped into my life. Still bargaining with the doctor, haven't tried whiskey but there's a comfort in shared suffering.

Elisa Lipkau

Jajajaja I’m sorry about that have you tried yoga ?

Tim Myles

Nice post. I like Jack. I met him in California in Sacramento at a small coffee shop around 1994. I was impressed by how easy it was to talk to someone who was really a big celebrity. I asked him bout his time touring with Dylan..and had him sign the book Sam Sheppard wrote " The Rolling Thunder Review Tour " . Love Jack.

Jim Dixon

ARTHRITIS BLUES
Butch Hawes
(as sung by Ramblin' Jack Elliott)

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.

This Guy

Incredibly ironic how this song assuages arthritis blues. I listen, I love, I feel better.

Elisa Lipkau

I love Rambling Jack Elliot blessed you

Elisa Lipkau

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