My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don’t Love Jesus Jimmy Buffett (Ft. The Oak Ridge Boys)

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[Chorus]
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(Oh my Lordy)
It's that kind of morning, really was that kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roarin' Friday night

[Verse 1]
Went down to the Snakepit
To drink a little beer
Listened to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear

[Verse 2]
All of a sudden, I wasn't alone
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes, they starting poppin'

[Verse 3]
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my old guitar
Someone call a cab
Lady, won't you pay my tab?

[Chorus]
And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus
(Oh my Lordy)
It's that kind of morning, really was that kind of night
Tryin' to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by Thursday, I'll be roarin' Friday night

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