My Head Hurts My Feet Stink And I Dont Love Jesus Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Chorus

GMy head hurts, my feet stiAnk, and I don't love JesusC (oh myG lordy it's that...)

 It's that kind Aof mornin'

CReally was that kiDnd of night

CTryin' to tell myself that my condiGtion is improvEmin'

 And if I Adon't die by Thursday I'll be rA7oarin' Friday nigDht D7 G

 Went down to the snakeD pit

 To drink a liGttle beer

 Listen toD the jukebox

 Merle was comin' in cGlear

EmAll of a sudden I wad'n alone

APickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones

DDuval Street was rockin'

D7My eyes they starting poppin'

Chorus

And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

(oh my lordy it's that...)

It's that kinda mornin'

Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Gotta get a little orange juice

And a Darvon for my head

I can't spend all day

Baby layin' in the bed

I'm goin' down to Fausto's get some chocolate milk

Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk

I've got to find my way

Crawl out and greet the day

Chorus

But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

(oh my lordy it's that...)

It's that kinda mornin'

Really was that kinda night

Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'

And if I don't die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night

Let me tell ya, I be roarin' Friday night

I mean I'll be

Roarin'

Friday