F# B C# F#F# B C# F# [Verse 1]Bm E A From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillarE D E A E A E When the dawn begins to crack, its all part of my autumn almanacBm E A Breeze blows leaves of a musty colored yellowE D E A E A E So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanacF# B C# F# B C# F# Friday evening people get together, hiding from the weatherD#m D#m/D F# Tea and toasted buttered currant bunsG# B A# Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all goneContinúa después del anuncio[Chorus]Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic backD E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanacBm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanacD E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac [Verse 2]A E D E A E D A I like my football on a Saturday, roast beef on Sunday's alrightA E D E A E D A I go to Blackpool for my holidays, sit in the open sunlightAm C F G This is my street and I'm never gonna leave itC B Bb A And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nineAm D7 A A7 Cos all the people I meet seem to come from my streetB 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) [Chorus]Bm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn ArmagnacD E A E A E Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanacBm E A E La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanacD E A E D E A E D E A Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yesD E A Bop bop bop-m bop-m ba -ohh! (repeat and fade)
Autumn Almanac
The Kinks
- A
- A#
- A7
- Am
- B
- Bb
- Bm
- C
- C#4
- D
- D#m
- D#m/D
- D7
- E
- F
- F#
- F#m
- G
- G#
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