Chords for My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink And I Don't Love Jesus
Tempo:
89.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
D
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[G]
[Gm] [Em] [A]
[A] [D] [G]
My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A] I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went [D] down to the snake pit, [G] drank a little beer, [D] listened to the jukebox.
The world was [Gm] coming in clear.
[Em] All of a sudden I wasn't [A] alone, picking country music with old Joe [D] Balls.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping.
[Em] Because there she sat at the corner of [A] the bar as I broke another string on my old [D] guitar.
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] give me a tab.
My head hurts, my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to [D] get a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I [D] can't spend all day, baby [Gm] laying in the bed.
I'm [Em] going out to Balstow's, get some Jack O' [A] Bill's.
Can't spend my life in your seat, so [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe today, but now [D] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Let me tell you, I'll be roaring Friday night.
I mean I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday night.
[G]
[G]
[Gm] [Em] [A]
[A] [D] [G]
My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A] I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went [D] down to the snake pit, [G] drank a little beer, [D] listened to the jukebox.
The world was [Gm] coming in clear.
[Em] All of a sudden I wasn't [A] alone, picking country music with old Joe [D] Balls.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping.
[Em] Because there she sat at the corner of [A] the bar as I broke another string on my old [D] guitar.
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] give me a tab.
My head hurts, my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to [D] get a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I [D] can't spend all day, baby [Gm] laying in the bed.
I'm [Em] going out to Balstow's, get some Jack O' [A] Bill's.
Can't spend my life in your seat, so [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe today, but now [D] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Let me tell you, I'll be roaring Friday night.
I mean I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday night.
[G]
Key:
G
A
D
C
Em
G
A
D
_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A] I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went [D] down to the snake pit, _ [G] drank a little beer, _ [D] listened to the jukebox.
The world was [Gm] coming in clear.
_ _ [Em] All of a sudden I wasn't [A] alone, picking country music with old Joe [D] Balls.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping.
[Em] Because there she sat at the corner of [A] the bar as I broke another string on my old [D] guitar.
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] give me a tab.
My head hurts, my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to [D] get a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I [D] can't spend all day, baby [Gm] laying in the bed.
I'm [Em] going out to Balstow's, get some Jack O' [A] Bill's.
Can't spend my life in your seat, so [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe today, but now [D] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Let me tell you, I'll be roaring Friday night.
I mean I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday night.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ My head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving anything.
[A] I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went [D] down to the snake pit, _ [G] drank a little beer, _ [D] listened to the jukebox.
The world was [Gm] coming in clear.
_ _ [Em] All of a sudden I wasn't [A] alone, picking country music with old Joe [D] Balls.
Duval Street was rocking, my eyes they started popping.
[Em] Because there she sat at the corner of [A] the bar as I broke another string on my old [D] guitar.
Someone call a cab, lady won't you [G] give me a tab.
My head hurts, my feet stink, [C] and I don't love [G] Jesus.
That kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Got to [D] get a little orange juice and a [G] Darvon for my head.
I [D] can't spend all day, baby [Gm] laying in the bed.
I'm [Em] going out to Balstow's, get some Jack O' [A] Bill's.
Can't spend my life in your seat, so [D] I've got to find my way.
Crawl out and breathe today, but now [D] my head hurts, [A] my feet stink, [C] and I don't [G] love Jesus.
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
[C] Trying to tell myself that [G] my condition [Em] isn't proving [A] anything.
I don't die, but Thursday I'll be roaring [G] Friday night.
Let me tell you, I'll be roaring Friday night.
I mean I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday night.
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _