Jimmy Buffett - My head hurts my feet stink and i dont love jesus

^GMy head hurts, my ^A7feet stink,_and I ^Cdon't love ^GJe-sus, It's that kind of ^A7morn-in', real-ly ^Cwas that kind of ^Dnight._ ^CTry'n to tell my-self_ that my con-^Gdi-tion ^B7is im-^Emprovin', ^Em7and if ^A7I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be ^Croar-in' ^DFri-day^G night.

Went down to the ^Dsnake pit, to drink a lit-tle ^Gbeer._ Lis-tened to the ^Djuke box, oh it's com-in' in ^Gclear. ^EmAll of a sud-den I was-n't a - lone ^A7Pick-in' coun-try mu-sic with old_ Joe Bones.__ ^DDu-val Street_ was rock - in', my ^D7Eyes they start - ed pop - pin'! Be-cause ^EmThere she sat at the cor-ner of the bar, as I ^A7Broke an-oth-er string on my ol' gui-tar.__ ^DSome-one call a cab.__ ^D7La-dy, won'tcha pay my tab? Now my...

^GMy head hurts, my ^A7feet stink,_and I ^Cdon't love ^GJe-sus, It's that kind of ^A7morn-in', real-ly ^Cwas that kind of ^Dnight._ ^CTry'n to tell my-self_ that my con-^Gdi-tion ^B7is im-^Emprovin', ^Em7and if ^A7I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be ^Croar-in' ^DFri-day^G night.

Gotta get a lit-^Dtle or-ange juice, and a Dar-von for my ^Ghead._ I can't spend all^D day, ba-by lay-in' in the ^Gbed. ^EmI'm go-in' down to Bousto's to get some chocolate milk, ^A7Can't spend my life in your sheets of silk.__ ^DI-ve got to find my way, ^D7Cra-wl out and greet__ the day.

^GMy head hurts, my ^A7feet stink,_and I ^Cdon't love ^GJe-sus, It's that kind of ^A7morn-in', real-ly ^Cwas that kind of ^Dnight._ ^CTry'n to tell my-self_ that my con-^Gdi-tion ^B7is im-^Emprovin', ^Em7and if ^A7I don't die_ by Thurs-day I'll be ^Croar-in' ^DFri-day^G night, lem - me tell ya,

I'll be ^Croar-in' ^DFri-day ^Gnight, I mean I'll be ^CRoar - in' ^DFri - day ^G6night.