My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus chords by Jimmy Buffett

Chords with lyrics

Chorus:

G+G
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)
        A augmentedA
It's that kind of mornin'
D MajorD
Really was that kind of night
E minorEm
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
     G+G
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night


		   D MajorD
Went down to the snake pit
       G+G
To drink a little beer
     D MajorD
Listen to the jukebox
           G+G
Merle was comin' in clear
E minorEm
All of a sudden I wad'n alone
A augmentedA
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
D MajorD
Duval Street was rockin'
D7D7
My eyes they starting poppin'

        E minorEm
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
    A augmentedA
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
D MajorD
Someone call a cab
D7D7
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