B C# F# B C# F# Bm E A From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillar E D E A E A E When the dawn begins to crack, its all part of my autumn almanac Bm E A Breeze blows leaves of a musty colored yellow E D E A E A E So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
F# B C# F# B C# F# Friday evening people get together, hiding from the weather D#m D#m/D F# Tea and toasted buttered currant buns G# B Bb Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic back D E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac D E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac
A E D E A E D A I like my football on a Saturday, roast beef on Sunday's alright A E D E A E D A I go to Blackpool for my holidays, sit in the open sunlight Am C F G This is my street and I'm never gonna leave it C B Bb A And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine Am D7 A A7 Cos all the people I meet seem to come from my street B C# F#m B And I can't get away, because it's calling me (come on home) A B Hear it calling me (come on home)
Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanyac D E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac D E A E D E A E D E A Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes D E A Bop bop bop-m bop-m ba -ohh! (repeat and fade)