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Video Karaoke My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus - Jimmy Buffett - Karaoke Canzoni

Questa base è una cover di My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus resa famosa da Jimmy Buffett

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Con i cori (a scelta nella versione KFN)

Tempo: variabile (attorno a 90 BPM)

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: SOL

Durata: 02:37 - Anteprima: 01:16

Data di rilascio: 1976
Generi: Country, In inglese
Autore originale: Jimmy Buffett

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Testo De My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I Don't Love Jesus

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 condition is improvin' and if
I don't die by Thursday
I'll be roarin' Friday night
Went down to the snake pit to drink a little beer
Listen to the jukebox
Merle was comin' in clear
All of a sudden I wad'n alone
Pickin' country music with ol' Joe Bones
Duval Street was rockin'
My eyes they started poppin'
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 ya pay my tab
And now my head hurts
My feet stink and I don't love Jesus
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
But now my head hurts
My feet stink and I don't love Jesus
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 night

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