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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
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)
comments
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Hi Harlan,
Another great tab.
Thought I'd add a few lyric notes as you asked for them:
Not convinced about 'musty' - could be 'mustard'?
Certainly not convinced about 'summer's all gone' - but can't figure what else it could be!
'almanyac' should definitely be armagnac.
'Alright' - British band so 'all right' - but that's trivia, armagnac's the main thing.
Steve
Found these, reckon they're bang on:
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
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 over, mostly coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
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.
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
I like my football on a Saturday,
Roast beef on Sundays, all right.
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and I'm never gonna leave it,
And I'm always gonna 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)
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac.
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
(etc.)
I'm here to post one of those generic comments that asks "Why is this number 1?"