From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> AUTUMN ALMANAC- The Kinks B C# F# B C# F#

>From t^Bmhe dew soaked hedge creeps ^Ea crawly catapil^Alar When the da^Ewn begins to crack, i^Dts a^Ell p^Aart o^Ef my au^Atumn alma^Enac B^Bmreeze blows leaves of a mu^Esty colored yellow ^A So I sw^Eeep them in my sack, y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, i^Et's my au^Atumn al^Emanac

^F#Friday evening peop^Ble^C# get to^F#gether, ^Bhi^C#ding from the w^F#eather T^D#mea and to^D#m/Dasted buttered currant b^F#uns Can't compe^G#nsate for lack of s^Bun because the ^Bbsummer's all gone La-la-^Bmla la-la, la la l^Ea-la la la-la-la o^Ahh! my p^Eoor rheumatic back Y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, i^Ets my au^Atumn alm^Eanac ^BmLa-la-la la-la, ^Ela la la-la la la-la-la o^Ahh! my a^Eutumn almanac Y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, i^Ets my a^Autumn al^Emanac

^AI like my foo^Etball o^Dn a Sa^Eturday, ro^Aast beef on Su^Enday's ^Dalri^Aght ^AI go to Bl^Eackpool f^Dor my ho^Elidays, s^Ait in the o^Epen s^Dunli^Aght T^Amhis is my street^C and I'm never gonna le^Fave it^G And I'm always gonna st^Cay here ^Bif I live to be n^Bbinety-ni^Ane Cos all the people I m^Ameet ^D7seem to come from my s^Atreet^A7 And I can't get a^Bway, bec^C#ause it's calling me (^F#mcome on ^Bhome) Hear it calling me (c^Aome on ho^Bme)

La-la-^Bmla la-la, la la l^Ea-la la la-la-la ^Aohh! my aut^Eumn almanyac Y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, i^Et's my au^Atumn alm^Eanac ^BmLa-la-la la-la, la la ^Ela-la la la-la-la ^Aohh! my a^Eutumn almanac Y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, y^Ees, y^Des, y^Ees, y^Aes, y^Ees ^D ^E ^A B^Dop bop b^Eop-m bop-m b^Aa -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)

Kinks - Autumn almanac