CHORUS: My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus

It's that kind of mornin', really was that kind of night

Tryin' to tell myself that my con - dition is im - provin'

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

AFTER THIRD CHORUS: Let me tell ya, I'll be roarin' Friday night

I mean I'll be roarin' Friday night!

1. Went down to the snake pit to drink a little beer

2. Gotta get a little orange juice, and a Darvon for my head

Listen to the jukebox. Merle was comin' in clear

I can't spend all day Baby layin' in the bed

All of the sudden I wad'n alone,

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

Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones

Can't spend my life in yer sheets of silk

Duval Street was rockin', my eyes they started poppin'

I've got to find my way, crawl out and greet the day NOW TO CHORUS

Because there she sat at the corner of the bar

As I broke another string on my ol' guitar

Someone call a cab. Lady won't you pay my tab?