Too Much Beaujolais copyright Wanda C. Metcalf 2/2/2014 I was drunk and lonely - you were too. late at night not much to do A D 2x We started dancing to the radio A D B7 E The tunes were catchy, kinda fast. We set a pace that couldn't last A D 2x Then they played an oldie, sweet and slow A D B7 E I held you close and you did not let go D E A Whatever was I thinking? Clearly I was not D A 2x what followed was predictable - a grade-B movie plot D A E Surging hormones made it seem like fate D E F#m But it was too much Beaujolais too late D E A A D 2x We tumbled through your bedroom door, shed our clothes upon the floor Made love - It wasn't great, but it was nice. A D B7 E Woke next morning in your bed Remembering the night I fled A D 2x Didn't want to see your face like ice A D B7 E Knew the magic wouldn't happen twice D E A We didn't speak of it again you moved out two months later when A D 2x a better job enticed you to the coast A D B7 E I think of you once in a while your tousled hair and crooked smile A D 2x Its like a fleeting visit from a ghost A D B7 E Who came when I was needing him the most D E A Whatever was I thinking? Clearly I was not D A 2x what followed was predictable - a grade-B movie plot D A E Surging hormones felt like tools of fate D B7 E But it was too much Beaujolais too late D E A