These old arms of mine, poppin and crackin all the time   They can't pick up what they should pick up, makes me depressed sometimes   These dang knees that I've got on, somebody must have put 'em on wrong   I can't really depend on 'em, I can't walk halfa mile on 'em   I got one ear that I can't hear from, got a wrist that needs a little work done   When I talk my jaw gets locked up, I wake up and some mornings it's frozen      And I'm feeling old and crookedy   And I ain't even turned 30 yet   Well my daddy died when he was 47   I'm right behind   He had his problems and I got mine      My danged ol' back, she's outta whack   I got headaches that could knock out a horse, got mental problems of course (of course)   People used to say I was so thin, the bones are gonna pop right outta my skin   One night I ws running from the cops, I hopped a fence and my ankle went pop   Pop pop, pop pop pop pop      And I'm feeling old and crookedy   And I ain't even turned 30 yet   Well my daddy died when he was 47   I'm right behind   He had his problems and I got mine