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From: Harlan L Thompson 

AUTUMN ALMANAC- The Kinks

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)

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)
(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)