Autumn Almanac
Ray DaviesVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
(3) X25252
(2) 575555
(3) X57575
(2) X46654
(2) X46565
(2) 242322
(2) 575655
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack, It's all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Friday evenings, people get together,
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns.
Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone.
La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
Ohh! My poor rheumatic back. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
Ohh! My autumn almanac. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
I like my football on a Saturday, Roast beef on Sundays, alright.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays, Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna to stay here.
If I live to be ninety-nine,
'Cause all the people I meet,
Seem to come from my street.
And I can't get away,
Because it's calling me, (Come on home)
Hear it calling me, (Come on home)
La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
Ohh! My autumn Alman-yac.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
Ohh! My autumn Almanac.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
(Repeat & Fade)
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Readable chord sheet for Autumn Almanac by Ray Davies
[E][A][D][G][B][E] [B7](3) X25252 [Am7](2) 575555 [D7](3) X57575 [C#m](2) X46654 [C#maj7](2) X46565 [F#7](2) 242322 [A7](2) 575655 [E] [A] [B7] [E] [E] [A] [B7] [E] From the [Am7]dew-soaked [D7]hedge creeps a [G]crawly caterpillar, When [D7]the dawn begins[C] to crack, It's[G] all part of my aut[D7]umn alma[Am7]nac. [Am7]Breeze blows [D7]leaves of a musty-colo[G]ured yellow, So I [D7]sweep them in[C] my sack. Yes, y[G]es, yes, it's my aut[D7]umn alma[Am7]nac. [E]Friday evenings, p[A]eo[B7]ple get tog[E]ether, Hi[A]di[B7]ng from the [E]weather. [C#m]Tea and [C#mmaj7]toasted, buttered currant buns[C#m7]. Can't [F#7]compensate for [A7]lack of sun [Ab]because the summer's all gone. [Am7]La-la-la-la-la. [D7]La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. [G]Ohh! [D7]My poor rheuma[C]tic back. Yes, y[G]es, yes, it's my aut[D7]umn alma[Am7]nac. [Am7]La-la-la-la-la. [D7]La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. [G]Ohh! [D7]My autumn [C]almanac. Yes, y[G]es, yes, it's my autu[D7]mn alma[Am7]nac. [G]I like my [Gmaj7]football [C]on a [G]Saturday, Roast beef on [Gmaj7]Sundays, [C]al[G]right. [G]I go to [Gmaj7]Blackpool[C] for my [G]holidays, Sit in the [Gmaj7]open s[C]un[G]light. [Gm]This is my street,[Gm7] and I'm never gonna to [Eb]leave it, [F]And I'm [F7]always gonna to [Bb]stay here. [Bbmaj7]If I live to be [Bb7]ninety-nine, [G]'Cause all [G7]the people I meet[C], [Cm]Seem to come from my [G]street.[C] [E]And I can't get away[A7], [B7]Because it's calling me, (C[Em]ome o[G]n h[F#7]ome) [G]Hear it calling me, (C[Am]ome [C]on [B7]home) [Am7]La-la-la-la-la. [D7]La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. [G]Ohh! [D7]My autumn Alman-yac. [C]Yes, yes, [G]yes, it's my autu[D7]mn alma[Am7]nac. [Am7]La-la-la-la-la. [D7]La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la. [G]Ohh! My[D7] autumn Almanac. [C]Yes, yes, yes, yes, [G]yes, yes, [D7]yes, [Am7]yes. [G] [G7]Bop-bop-bopm-bop-b[Cm7]op, whoa! Bop-bo[G7]p-bopm-bop-bop, wh[Cm7]oa! [G7]Bop-bop-bopm-bop-b[Cm7]op, whoa! Bop-bo[G7]p-bopm-bop-bop, wh[Cm7]oa! (Repeat & Fade) [End]