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