Chords for Jimmy Buffett - My head hurts, my feet stink and i don't love Jesus
Tempo:
180 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[N] [Em]
[A]
[D]
[G]
[Em]
[A]
[D]
[G]
My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
[C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition isn't [Em] proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday [G] I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went down [D] to the snake pit, drank [G] a little beer.
[D] Listened to the jukebox, the world was coming [G] in clear.
[Em]
All of a sudden I wasn't alone, [A]
taking country music with old Joe [D] Vaughn.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping,
[Em] because there she sat at the corner of the [A] bar as I broke another string on my old guitar.
[D]
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] pay my [D] tab.
My [G]
head hurts, [A] my feet stink, and [C] I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind of [D] night.
[C]
I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
[D] condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll [C] be [D] roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to get [D] a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I can't [D] spend all day, baby [G] laying in the bed.
[Bb] I'm going down [Em] to Foust's door, get some chocolate milk.
[A] Can't spend my life in your seat, you see, [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe the day, but now [G] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
[C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A]
I don't die, but Thursday [Em] I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday [G] night.
Let me tell you, I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
I mean I'll be [C]
roaring Friday night.
[A]
[D]
[G]
[Em]
[A]
[D]
[G]
My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
[C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition isn't [Em] proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday [G] I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went down [D] to the snake pit, drank [G] a little beer.
[D] Listened to the jukebox, the world was coming [G] in clear.
[Em]
All of a sudden I wasn't alone, [A]
taking country music with old Joe [D] Vaughn.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping,
[Em] because there she sat at the corner of the [A] bar as I broke another string on my old guitar.
[D]
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] pay my [D] tab.
My [G]
head hurts, [A] my feet stink, and [C] I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind of [D] night.
[C]
I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
[D] condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll [C] be [D] roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to get [D] a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I can't [D] spend all day, baby [G] laying in the bed.
[Bb] I'm going down [Em] to Foust's door, get some chocolate milk.
[A] Can't spend my life in your seat, you see, [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe the day, but now [G] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
[C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A]
I don't die, but Thursday [Em] I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday [G] night.
Let me tell you, I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
I mean I'll be [C]
roaring Friday night.
Key:
G
D
A
C
Em
G
D
A
[N] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That kind [A] of morning _ [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
_ [C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition isn't [Em] proving _ [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday [G] I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went down [D] to the snake pit, _ _ _ drank [G] a little beer.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Listened to the _ jukebox, the world was coming [G] in clear.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em]
All of a sudden I wasn't alone, [A]
taking country music with old Joe [D] Vaughn.
Duval Street was rocking, _ my eyes they started popping,
_ [Em] because there she sat at the corner of the [A] bar as I broke another string on my old guitar.
[D] _
Someone call a cab, _ _ lady won't you [G] pay my [D] tab.
My [G]
head hurts, [A] my feet stink, and [C] I don't love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind of [D] night.
_ _ [C]
I'm trying to tell myself that my [G] _
[D] condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll [C] be [D] roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to get [D] a little orange juice _ _ and a [G] Darvon for my head.
_ _ I can't [D] spend all day, _ _ baby [G] laying in the bed.
_ _ [Bb] I'm going down [Em] to Foust's door, get some chocolate milk.
[A] Can't spend my life in your seat, you see, [D] I've got to find my way.
_ Crawl out and breathe the day, but now [G] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't _ love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
_ [C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition _ [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A]
I don't die, but Thursday [Em] I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday [G] night.
Let me tell you, I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
I mean I'll be [C] _
roaring _ _ Friday _ _ night. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That kind [A] of morning _ [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
_ [C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition isn't [Em] proving _ [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday [G] I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went down [D] to the snake pit, _ _ _ drank [G] a little beer.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Listened to the _ jukebox, the world was coming [G] in clear.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em]
All of a sudden I wasn't alone, [A]
taking country music with old Joe [D] Vaughn.
Duval Street was rocking, _ my eyes they started popping,
_ [Em] because there she sat at the corner of the [A] bar as I broke another string on my old guitar.
[D] _
Someone call a cab, _ _ lady won't you [G] pay my [D] tab.
My [G]
head hurts, [A] my feet stink, and [C] I don't love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That kind [A] of morning [C] really was that kind of [D] night.
_ _ [C]
I'm trying to tell myself that my [G] _
[D] condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll [C] be [D] roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to get [D] a little orange juice _ _ and a [G] Darvon for my head.
_ _ I can't [D] spend all day, _ _ baby [G] laying in the bed.
_ _ [Bb] I'm going down [Em] to Foust's door, get some chocolate milk.
[A] Can't spend my life in your seat, you see, [D] I've got to find my way.
_ Crawl out and breathe the day, but now [G] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't _ love [G] Jesus. _ _ _
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that kind [D] of night.
_ [C] I'm trying to tell myself that my [G]
condition _ [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A]
I don't die, but Thursday [Em] I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday [G] night.
Let me tell you, I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
I mean I'll be [C] _
roaring _ _ Friday _ _ night. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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