Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
(3) X25252
(2) 575555
(3) X57575
(2) X46654
(2) X46565
(2) 242322
(2) 575655
Intro
Verse 1
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack, It's 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.
Verse 2
Friday evenings, people get together,
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns.
Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone.
Chorus 1
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-la-la.
Ohh! My autumn almanac. Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Verse 3
I like my football on a Saturday, Roast beef on Sundays, alright.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays, Sit in the open sunlight.
Verse 3
This is my street, and I'm never gonna to leave it,
And I'm always gonna to stay here.
If I live to be ninety-nine,
'Cause 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)
Chorus 2
La-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
Ohh! My autumn Alman-yac.
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.
Coda
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
(Repeat & Fade)