Jimmy Buffett – My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Dont Love Jesus (Guitar)
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Versions
(2)
Guitar
Ukulele
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Chords
Words and Music by Jimmy Buffett
[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 Jesus G A7 C D It's that kind of mornin', really was that kind of night. C G D/F# Em Em7 Try'n to tell myself that my condition is improvin', and if A7 C D G I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.
[Verse 1]
D G Went down to the Snake Pit, to drink a little beer. D G Listened to the juke box, oh it was comin' in clear. Em All of a sudden I wasn't alone A7 Pickin' country music with old Joe Bones. D Duval Street was rock - in', D7 my eyes they started poppin'! Because Em There she sat at the corner of the bar, as I A7 Broke another string on my ol' guitar. D Someone call a cab. D7 Lady, won'tcha pay my tab?
[Chorus]
G A7 C G And no my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus, G A7 C D It's that kind of mornin', really was that kind of night. C G D/F# Em Try'n to tell myself that my condition is improvin', and if A7 C D G I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.
[Verse 2]
D G Gotta get a little orange juice, and a Darvon for my head. D G I can't spend all day, ba-by lay-in' in the bed. Em I'm goin' down to Fausto'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 Crawl out and greet the day.
[Chorus]
G A7 C G But, now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus, G A7 C D It's that kind of mornin', really was that kind of night. C G D/F# Em Em7 Try'n to tell myself that my condition is improvin', and if A7 C D G I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night, lemme tell ya,
[Outro]
C D G I'll be roarin' Friday night, I may not be C D G Roar - in' Fri - day night.