Jimmy Buffett – My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Dont Love Jesus chords
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My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Dont Love Jesus Jimmy Buffett Chorus:G A C GMy head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)AIt's that kind of mornin'C D Really was that kind of nightC G EmTryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'A A7 D D7 GAnd if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday nightD Went down to the snake pitGTo drink a little beerD Listen to the jukeboxG Merle was comin' in clearEmAll of a sudden I wad'n aloneAPickin' country music with ol' Joe BonesDDuval Street was rockin'D7My eyes they starting poppin'EmBecause there she sat at the corner of the barAAs I broke another string on my ol' guitarDSomeone call a cabD7Lady won'tcha pay my tabChorus: 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