Intro: (A) (A) (A) (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
Is a (No Chord) cold Budweiser and a sweet tater

[(A)] [(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
I’m (A) starin’ out this old doublewide
(E) All that’s left in the ‘fridgerator
Is a (No Chord) cold Budweiser and a sweet tater

[(A)] [(A)] [(D)] [(A)] [(E)] [(A)]
What (D) makes you think I miss you
What (E7) makes you think I care
When (D) everything I’ll ever need
Is (B7) in that Fridgi(E7)daire

Well the (A) phone’s been ringing for an hour
I’m still standin’ here in the shower
(D) Guess I could go lookin’ for you
But, (A) I got better things to do
(E) I don’t need to leave this table
Got a (A) cold Budweiser and a sweet tater

(E) All that’s left in the ‘fridgerator
Is a (No Chord) cold Budweiser and a sweet tater

Solo

Fade Out

Intro: (F) (C) (F) (C) (F)

I’m (F) runnin’ this shovel way (C) down in a ditch
When you’re down in a ditch it’s a (F) sun of a gun
Any fool knows you’ll (C) never get rich
When you’re down in a ditch
In the (F) Tennessee sun

All I got to show is (C) blisters and sweat
Blisters and sweat and (F) minimum pay
I’m just tryin’ to (C) get out of debt
And buddy I bet you I (F) make it someday

Well I (Bb) wish I was the man with the clipboard
(F) Sittin’ in the shade with an RC cola
(Bb) Makin calls on the cellular phone
And (G) yellin’ down at me to (C) keep my butt movin’

I’m (F) runnin’ this shovel way (C) down in a ditch
When you’re down in a ditch it’s a (F) sun of a gun
Any fool knows you’ll (C) never get rich
When you’re down in a ditch
In the (F) Tennessee sun

[(F)] [(C)] [(F)] [(C)] [(F)]
Some(Bb)day you’ll see me workin’ that clipboard
(F) Sittin’ in the cab of a cool Silverado
(Bb) Tuned in to a country station
(G) Rollin’ down the window just to (C) holler out orders

I’m (F) runnin’ this shovel way (C) down in a ditch
When you’re down in a ditch it’s a (F) sun of a gun
Any fool knows you’ll (C) never get rich
Workin’ down in a ditch
In the (F) Tennessee sun

–Key Change–

I’m (G) runnin’ this shovel way (D) down in a ditch
When you’re down in a ditch it’s a (G) sun of a gun
Any fool knows you’ll (D) never get rich
When you’re down in a ditch
In the (G) Tennessee (C) sun
When you’re down in a ditch
In the (D) Tennessee (G) sun

Fade out…

Capo #3
Intro: G-D-Em-C-D

Been one tough week, dead on my feet
But I’ve made plans for tonight [G-D]
When I’m feeling blue know just what to do
And how to make it right
Seems like I’ve needed this forever
Am D G D-C (or just palm mute it)
Gonna have myself a night to remember
Chorus,

Dim the lights lock the door spread you’re pictures
On the floor throw the dust off of our past
Let it all come flooding back
Cause it aint easy being strong and when cant forget
You’re gone I just surrender
C D G-D-Em-C-D (Dont Play D-Chord for Outro)
and Have myself a night to remember
Verse2

Sad aint my style but once in a while
I just have to give in [G-D]
Cause a woman like you is so hard to lose
You just dont want it to end
And I know this can’t go on forever
Am D G D-C (or just palm mute it)
So tonight I’ll have a night to remember
repeat chorus,
Outro:
Oh it aint easy being strong and when I can’t
Forget you’re gone I’ll just surrender
And have myself a night to remember

(Thanks to krhobbar for tabs)

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#Date: Fri, 26 Jan 1996 12:41:51 -0500
#From: Manawa01@aol.com
#Subject: CHORDS: “Bigger Than the Beatles” by Joe Diffie
#
#Bigger than the Beatles
#Jeb Stuart Anderson-Steve Dukes
#As performed by Joe Diffie on “Life’s so Funny”
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#Intro:
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#||:G G – D|C C – D:||
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He plays guitar at a hotel bar
For out-of-towners and business men
He struts and sings to his drum machine
But he won’t make it big at the Holiday Inn
But she thinks that he looks like Elvis
When he runs his fingers through that jet black hair
And sometimes she forgets an order
‘Cause she’s so struck by him she just stops and stares
Chorus:
They gotta love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and Free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta a love takes ‘em higher than the Eagles
Ain’t love such a sweet, sweet song
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pours ‘em drinks, loads up the sink
And dreams of bein’ a movie star
Her mama said, she’d knock ‘em dead
But Hollywood hasn’t called so far
But he thinks she’s as pretty as a picture
When she wipes down tables in her apron strings
And sometimes he forgets a chorus
‘Cause she’s shinin’ like a beauty on the silver screen
Chorus
No you won’t find their names on the walk of fame
But they ain’t missin’ much
‘Cause when the lights go down on tinsel town
All you need is love
Chorus
Submitted by:
Jim Nelson
Manawa, WI
Manawa01@aol.com
(Corrections welcome!!)

Capo 1

Most fools let it show when they’re hurtin’
You can see those memories fallin’ from their eyes
I hurt just like the rest but there’s one thing that’s certain
She’s not ever gonna see me cry

Chorus
I’m the coo[C/B]lest fool in town
Actin’ like I still don’t care whenever she’s around
I’m the on[C/B]ly one who knows how much [F/E]I need her now
I’m the coolest fool in town

Last night she came walkin’ by my table
I just turned my head and laughed but Lord I could’ve cried
Like all the other times she wasn’t able
To see the way I really feel behind my foolish pride

Chorus

Chorus

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# Honky Tonk Attitude – Joe Diffie
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#Intro: D-C#-C C-B-Bb F G

Well the beer’s on the bar and the smoke fills the air
and there’s a fool in every corner man I just don’t care
tight pants, line dance, stetson hats and cowboy boots
they got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude
Verse2:
Well the waitress never leaves you with a half-empty glass
and every girl’s on the dance floor shakin’ her… well
it’s a two step, three step, outta step, country mood
they got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude
Bridge: C7
Well now everybody knows that’s where everybody goes
just to dance away their blues [G-G#-A]
so leave your cares behind, it’s just a state of mind
what have you got to lose [D-C#-C] [C-B-Bb]
Solo: (over 1 verse)
Verse3:
hey bartender pour us another round,
we’re just get gettin’ started don’t shut us down
(stop) (stop) (stop)
we need a slow dance, romanced, last chance rendezvous
we need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude
(BRIDGE)
Solo2: (over one verse with different drum line)
Solo3: (over one verse)
(BRIDGE)
Coda: if you’ve got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude
yeah you need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude
Charted by Rick Schofield (rds@rds.mv.com)

Capo 1st Fret (To Match Recording)

Intro: (G) (G/C) (G) (G/C)

The (G) day I left, I (C) told myself – “She’s (G) wrong”
“I’m better off (Am) gone…(C) better off (G) gone”
I (G) headed my old (C) truck, in(G)to the dawn
I’m better off (Am) gone…(C) better off (G) gone

(G/B) If (C) I’m (D) better off gone, then why (C) am I alone in the (G) dark (G/C) (G)
(G/B) If (C) I (D) made the right move, then why (C) am I so blue
And why (F) can’t I convince my (D) heart
When my mind (N.C.) says…”better leave her al(G)one”
(D) “You’re better off (G) gone”

[(G)] [(C/G)] [(G)] [(G/C)]
I (G) wonder should I (C) call her on the (G) phone
Nah…I’m better off (Am) gone…(C) better off (G) gone
(G) Surely I can (C) make it on my (G) own
I’m better off (Am) gone…(C) better off (G) gone

(G/B) If (C) I’m (D) better off gone, then why (C) am I alone in the (G) dark (G/C) (G)
(G/B) If (C) I (D) made the right move, then why (C) am I so blue
And why (F) can’t I convince my (D) heart
When my mind (N.C.) says…”better leave her al(G)one”
(D) “You’re better off (G) gone”
(G/B) If (C) I (D) made the right move, then why (C) am I so blue
And why (F) can’t I convince my (D) heart
When my mind (N.C.) says…”better leave her al(G)one”
(D) “You’re better off (G) gone”
(C) Better off (G) gone