MY HEAD HURTS, MY FEET STINK, AND I DON'T LOVE JESUS Jimmy Buffett INTRO: Em A7 D G (x2) 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 B7 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's comin' in clear Em All of a sudden I wasn't alone A7 Pickin' country music with old Joe Bones D Duval Street was rockin' D7 My eyes they started 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? Now... 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 B7 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 2: D G Gotta get a little orange juice and a Darvon for my head D G I can't spend all day, baby layin' in the bed Em I'm goin' down to Bousto'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 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 B7 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 OUTRO: C D G Lemme tell ya I'll be roarin' Friday night C D G6 I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night