JIMMY BUFFETT - My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, & I Don't Love Jes lyrics

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By: jimmy buffett<br>1975<br>Chorus:<br>My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus (oh my lordy it's that...)<br>It's that kind of mornin'<br>Really was that kind of night<br>Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'<br>And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night<br><br>Went down to the snake pit<br>To drink a little beer<br>Listen to the jukebox<br>Merle was comin' in clear<br><br>All of a sudden I wad'n alone<br>Pickin' country music with ol' joe bones<br>Duval street was rockin'<br>My eyes they starting poppin'<br><br>Because there she sat at the corner of the bar<br>As I broke another string on my ol' guitar<br>Someone call a cab<br>Lady won'tcha pay my tab<br><br>Chorus:<br>And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus<br>(oh my lordy it's that...)<br>It's that kinda mornin'<br>Really was that kinda night<br>Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'<br>And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night<br><br>Gotta get a little orange juice<br>And a darvon for my head<br>I can't spend all day<br>Baby layin' in the bed<br><br>I'm goin' down to fausto's get some chocolate milk<br>Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk<br>I've got to find my way<br>Crawl out and greet the day<br><br>Chorus:<br>But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love jesus<br>(oh my lordy it's that...)<br>It's that kinda mornin'<br>Really was that kinda night<br>Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'<br>And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night<br><br>Let me tell ya, I be roarin' friday night<br>I mean I'll be<br>Roarin'<br>Friday<br>Night