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My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don’t Love Jesus Jimmy Buffett Chorus:
GMy head hurts, my feeAt stink, and I don't love CJesus G(oh my lordy it's that...) It's that kind Aof mornin' CReally Dwas that kind of night CTryin' to tellG myself thatEm my condition is improvin' And if I Adon't die by ThA7ursday I'll bDe roaD7rin' FridaGy night
Went down Dto the snake pit To drink a liGttle beer Listen toD the jukebox Merle was comin' in cGlear EmAll of a sudden I wad'n alone APickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones DDuval Street was rockin' D7My eyes they starting poppin'
Because there shEme sat at the corner of the bar As I brAoke another string on my ol' guitar DSomeone call a cab D7Lady 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