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)