• Violão
• Guitarra
• Teclado
• Cavaquinho
• Contra-baixo
• Bateria
• Gaita
• Guitar Pro

Tom: A
Intro: A

A 
Woke up this morning all alone 

I turned over and you were gone 
D
Pulled the shades, looked down the drive 
A
You were goin' 'bout 65 
E
All that's left in the 'fridgerator  
     N.C.
Is a cold Budweiser and a sweet tater  
 

A 
 
A
Hiding from this ol' morning light 

Don't know what I did last night 
D
I'm not sure I didn't die 
    A
I'm starin' out this old doublewide 
E
All that's left in the 'fridgerator 
     N.C.
Is a cold Budweiser and a sweet tater 
 

A  D  A   E  A 
 
     D
What makes you think I miss you 
     E7
What makes you think I care 
     D
When everything I'll ever need 
   B7            E7
Is in that Fridgidaire 
         A
Well the phone's been ringing for an hour 

I'm still standin' here in the shower 
D
Guess I could go lookin' for you 
     A
But, I got better things to do 
E
I don't need to leave this table 
      A
Got a cold Budweiser and a sweet tater 
E
All that's left in the 'fridgerator 
     N.C.
Is a cold Budweiser and a sweet tater 
 
Solo 
 
Fade Out