Kinks - Autumn Almanac

                B C# F# B C# F#
Bm E A
From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillar
E D E A E A E
When the dawn begins to crack, its all part of my autumn almanac
Bm E A
Breeze blows leaves of a musty colored yellow
E D E A E A E
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

F# B C# F# B C# F#
Friday evening people get together, hiding from the weather
D#m D#m/D F#
Tea and toasted buttered currant buns
G# B Bb
Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone
Bm E A E
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic back
D E A E A E
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac
Bm E A E
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac
D E A E A E
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac

A E D E A E D A
I like my football on a Saturday, roast beef on Sunday's alright
A E D E A E D A
I go to Blackpool for my holidays, sit in the open sunlight
Am C F G
This is my street and I'm never gonna leave it
C B Bb A
And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine
Am D7 A A7
Cos all the people I meet seem to come from my street
B C# F#m B
And I can't get away, because it's calling me (come on home)
A B
Hear it calling me (come on home)

Bm E A E
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanyac
D E A E A E
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
Bm E A E
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac
D E A E D E A E D E A
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
D E A
Bop bop bop-m bop-m ba -ohh! (repeat and fade)