Chords for My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus - Jimmy Buffett

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_ _ _ I had hurt my [A] feet and [C] 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.
And [A] if I don't die by [G] Thursday, I'll [C] be roaring [G] Friday night.
Went down [D] to the snake pit, _ _ _ drank a [G] little beer, _ _ _ listened to [D] the jukebox.
_ The world was coming [G] in clear.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] All of a sudden I wasn't alone, [A] picking country music with old Joe Vaughn.
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Duval Street was rocking, _ my eyes they started popping.
_ [Em] Because there she sat at the corner of the bar [A] as I broke another string on my old guitar.
_ [D] Someone call a cab, _ _ lady won't you pay my tab.
_ [G] I had hurt [A] my feet and [C] I don't [G] love Jesus. _ _ _
That [A] kind of morning [C] really was that [D] kind of night.
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I'm trying to tell myself that my [G] condition [D] _ isn't proving.
[A] And if I don't die by Thursday, I'll [C] be [D] roaring Friday [G] night.
Got to get a [D] little orange juice _ and a [G] Darvon for my head.
_ I can't [D] spend all day, _ _ baby laying [G] in the _ bed.
_ [Bb] I'm going out [Em] to fast those, get some chocolate milk.
[A] Can't spend my life in your seat, so [D] I've got to find my way.
_ Crawl out and greet the day, but now my [G] 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.
And if [A] I don't die by Thursday, [Em] I'll [C] be roaring [D] Friday [G] night.
Let me tell you, I'll be roaring Friday night.
I mean I'll be [C] _
roaring [D] Friday night. _ _ _
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