Max Stalling - Fermented evenings

^GOn fermented evenings I get kne^G7e deep in the w^Cine Your memory is like a^D cork It keeps m^Ge in it all th^De time ^GWhat used to be enchanted? Is now d^G7runk and tired a^Cnd mean And these fermented even^Dings Are all that's left^G of you ^Cand ^Gme

^G7Sweet fruit that was our^C love Has been replaced with alc^Gohol Now I have fermented eve^Cnings ^DEvery evening because ^GThey say the sweetest grapes will make The stronge^G7st wine I know that's true ^C The sweetest love makes the weak^Dest fools Look at me ^GI'm l^Civin^Gg proof

^GOn these fermented evenings When the^G7 night comes pressi^Cng down That's when the wine comes ^Dout By the gallon an^Gd I drown^D The wines a nice burgund^Gy My tears^G7 a Chardonnay ^C Your memory lets^D them both out Wish I could thr^Gow this cork awa^Cy ^G

^G7Sweet fruit that was our^C love Has been replaced with alc^Gohol Now I have fermented eve^Cnings ^DEvery evening because ^GWhat used to be enchanted? Is now d^G7runk and tired and mean ^C And these fermented even^Dings Are all that's left^G of you ^Cand ^Gme

And these fermented even^Dings Are all that's left^G of you ^Cand ^Gme