Autumn Almanac

R.D. Davies / The Kinks (1967)

	A	B	E	A	B	E	Am	D	G
	/ /	/ / / /	/ /	/ /	/ / / /	/ / From the	dew soaked hedge creeps a	crawly caterpillar

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

	Am	D	G
	Breeze blows leaves of a	musty colored yellow

	D	C	D	G	D	G	D
So I	sweep them in my sack,	yes,	yes,	yes,	it's my	autumn alma	nac

	E	A	B	E	A	B	E
	Friday evening	pe-	ople get to	gether,	hi-	iding from the	weather

	C#m	C#m/C	E
	Tea and	toasted buttered currant	buns

	F#	A	G#
Can't	compensate for lack of	sun because the	summer's all gone

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

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

	Gm	A#	D#	F
	This is my street	and I'm never gonna	leave it

	A#	A	G#	G
And I'm always gonna	stay if I	live to be	ninety-	nine

	Gm	C7	G	G7
'Cause all the people I	meet	seem to come from my	street

	A	B	Em	A
And I can't get	away,	because it's calling me (	come on	home)

	G	A
Hear it calling me (	come on	home)

	C	D	G	D	C	D	G	D	C	D	G
	Yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes,	yes

	C	D	G	(repeat and fade out)
	Bop bop	bop-m bop-m	ba -ohh!