Autumn Almanac

R.D. Davies / The Kinks (1967)

	B	C#	F#	B	C#	F#	Bm	E	A
	/ /	/ / / /	/ /	/ /	/ / / /	/ / From the	dew soaked hedge creeps a	crawly caterpillar

	E	D	E	A	E	A	E
The	dawn begins to crack,	it's	all	part	of my	autumn alma	nac!

	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 alma	nac

	F#	B	C#	F#	B	C#	F#
	Friday evening	pe-	ople get to	gether,	hi-	iding 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

	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	A
	I like my	football	on a	Saturday,	roast beef on	Sunday's	al-	right

	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	A
	I'm goin' to	Blackpool	for my	holidays,	sit in the	open	sun	light

	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 if I	live to be	ninety-	nine

	Am	D7	A	A7
'Cause 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)

	D	E	A	E	D	E	A	E	D	E	A
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes

	D	E	A	(repeat and fade out)
	Bop bop	bop-m bop-m	ba -ohh!