Autumn Almanac - The Kinks D#m     x 6 8 8 7 6   D#m/D   x 5 8 8 7 x   A7      x 0 2 2 2 3 [Intro] [Verse 1] From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillar When the dawn begins to crack its all part of my autumn almanac Breeze blows leaves of a musty colored yellow So I sweep them in my sack yes yes yes it’s my autumn almanac Friday evening 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 [Chorus] La-la-la la-la la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic back Yes yes yes its my autumn almanac La-la-la la-la la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac Yes yes yes its my autumn almanac [Verse 2] I like my football on a Saturday roast beef on Sunday’s alright I go to Blackpool for my holidays sit in the open sunlight This is my street and I’m never gonna leave it And I’m always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine Cos 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) [Chorus] La-la-la la-la la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn Armagnac 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 bop-m bop-m ba -ohh!   (repeat and fade)