Jimmy Buffett – My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Dont Love Jesus (Ukulele)

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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 kinda night 

C                             G             Em
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

         A                              A7     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:
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 kinda night 

C                             G             Em
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

         A                              A7     D7        G
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

                   D
Gotta get a little orange juice 

              G
And a Darvon for my head 

              D
I can't spend all day

                   G 
Baby layin' in the bed 

          Em
I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk

      A
Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk 

     D
I've got to find my way

      D7
Crawl out and greet the day 
Chorus:
G                 A                         C          G
But now 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 kinda night 

C                             G             Em
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

         A                              A7     D7        G
And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

                      A7     D7     G
Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
I mean I'll be
A7      D7     G
Roarin' Friday night