AUTUMN ALMANAC- The Kinks
>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
D#m/D
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, 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
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)
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)
D#m: 6 6 8 8 7 6 D#m/D: 5 6 8 8 7 6 A7: x 0 2 2 2 3
This brilliant song is surprisingly complicated. My copy of it is also
not very clear, so I'm very unsure about some of the words and chords.
Any help out there?
(released as a single in 1967, available on Kinks
Kronikles album)