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My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus by Jimmy Buffett My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus Capo:no capo Chorus: G A C G My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...) A It's that kind of mornin' C D Really was that kind of night C G Em Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin' A A7 D D7 G And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night D Went down to the snake pit G To drink a little beer D Listen to the jukebox G Merle was comin' in clear Em All of a sudden I wad'n alone A Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones D Duval Street was rockin' D7 My eyes they starting poppin' Em Because there she sat at the corner of the bar A As I broke another string on my ol' guitar D Someone call a cab D7 Lady 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 ------------------ version 2 Tuning:E A D G B E Capo:no capo [Intro] Em A7 D G Em A7 D G [Chorus] G A7 C G My head hurts, my feet stink,_and I don't love Je-sus, A7 C D It's that kind of morn-in', real-ly was that kind of night._ C G B7 Em Em7 Try'n to tell my-self_ that my con-di-tion is im-provin', and if A7 C D G I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be roar-in' Fri-day night. [Verse] D G Went down to the snake pit, to drink a lit-tle beer._ D G Lis-tened to the juke box, oh it's com-in' in clear. Em All of a sud-den I was-n't a - lone A7 Pick-in' coun-try mu-sic with old_ Joe Bones.__ D Du-val Street_ was rock - in', my D7 Eyes they start - ed pop - pin'! Be-cause Em There she sat at the cor-ner of the bar, as I A7 Broke an-oth-er string on my ol' gui-tar.__ D Some-one call a cab.__ D7 La-dy, won'tcha pay my tab? Now my... [Chorus] G A7 C G My head hurts, my feet stink,_and I don't love Je-sus, A7 C D It's that kind of morn-in', real-ly was that kind of night._ C G B7 Em Em7 Try'n to tell my-self_ that my con-di-tion is im-provin', and if A7 C D G I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be roar-in' Fri-day night. [Verse] D G Gotta get a lit-tle or-ange juice, and a Dar-von for my head._ D G I can't spend all day, ba-by lay-in' in the bed. Em I'm go-in' down to Bousto's to get some chocolate milk, A7 Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk.__ D I-ve got to find my way, D7 Cra-wl out and greet__ the day. [Chorus] G A7 C G My head hurts, my feet stink,_and I don't love Je-sus, A7 C D It's that kind of morn-in', real-ly was that kind of night._ C G B7 Em Em7 Try'n to tell my-self_ that my con-di-tion is im-provin', and if A7 C D G I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be roar-in' Fri-day night, lem - me tell ya, [Outro] C D G I'll be roar-in' Fri-day night, I mean I'll be C D G6 Roar - in' Fri - day night. -----------