Altumn Almanac
The Kinks
Letra

Intro:


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 coloured yellow

So I sweep them in my sack,

Yes, yes, yes, it s my autumn almanac


Friday evening peo___ple get together,

Hid______ing 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

Ohh! my Autumn Almanac

C D Em D G D7 D7 D7 D7 D7 D7 D7 (Stomp!)
Yes, yes, yes, it s my autumn almanac


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_____

If I live to be ninety-nine

Cos all the people I meet

Seem to come from the 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 almanyac

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)