MY HEAD HURTS, MY FEET STINK, AND I DON'T LOVE JESUS
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 
                       A7
     It's that kind of mornin'
            C                 D
     Really was that kind of night
     C                                G      B7   Em    
     Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
            A7                              C       D      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 wasn't alone
A7 
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
D
Duval Street was rockin'
                 
My eyes they starting poppin'
        Em
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
     A7
As I broke another string on my ol' guitar
D
Someone call a cab
D7   
Lady won'tcha pay my tab

And now...
[CHORUS]

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

But now...
[CHORUS]

                     C       D      G
Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night
               C       D      G
I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night