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[Verse 1]
BmEA
From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly catapillar
EDEAEAE
When the dawn begins to crack, its all part of my autumn almanac
BmEA
Breeze blows leaves of a musty colored yellow
EDEAEAE
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
F#BC#F#BC#F#
Friday evening people get together, hiding from the weather
D#mD#m/DF#
Tea and toasted buttered currant buns
G#BA#
Can't compensate for lack of sun because the summer's all gone
[Chorus]
BmEAE
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my poor rheumatic back
DEAEAE
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac
BmEAE
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac
DEAEAE
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac
[Verse 2]
AEDEAEDA
I like my football on a Saturday, roast beef on Sunday's alright
AEDEAEDA
I go to Blackpool for my holidays, sit in the open sunlight
AmCFG
This is my street and I'm never gonna leave it
CBBbA
And I'm always gonna stay here if I live to be ninety-nine
AmD7AA7
Cos all the people I meet seem to come from my street
BC#F#mB
And I can't get away, because it's calling me (come on home)
AB
Hear it calling me (come on home)
[Chorus]
BmEAE
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn Armagnac
DEAEAE
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
BmEAE
La-la-la la-la, la la la-la la la-la-la ohh! my autumn almanac
DEAEDEAEDEA
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
DEA
Bop bop bop-m bop-m ba -ohh! (repeat and fade)