My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Dont Love Jesus

my head hurts , my feet stink , and i dont love jesus jimmy buffett 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 jukebo x 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