My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don't Love Jesus Jimmy Buffett Chorus: G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) C (x32010@1) GMy (320003@1)head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...) AIt's (x02220@1)that kind of mornin' C (x32010@1) D (xx0232@1)Really was that kind of night C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) EmTryin' (022000@1)to tell myself that my condition is improvin' A (x02220@1) A7 (x02020@1) D (xx0232@1)D7 (xx0212@1) GAnd (320003@1)if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night D (xx0232@1) Went down to the snake pit GTo (320003@1)drink a little beer D (xx0232@1)Listen to the jukebox G (320003@1)Merle was comin' in clear EmAll (022000@1)of a sudden I wad'n alone APickin' (x02220@1)country music with ol' Joe Bones DDuval (xx0232@1)Street was rockin' D7My (xx0212@1)eyes they starting poppin' EmBecause (022000@1)there she sat at the corner of the bar AAs (x02220@1)I broke another string on my ol' guitar DSomeone (xx0232@1)call a cab D7Lady (xx0212@1)won'tcha pay my tab Chorus: And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...) It's that kinda mornin' Really was that kinda night Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night Gotta get a little orange juice And a Darvon for my head I can't spend all day Baby layin' in the bed I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk I've got to find my way Crawl out and greet the day Chorus: But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...) It's that kinda mornin' Really was that kinda night Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night I mean I'll be Roarin' Friday
