Autumns Here v1
Hawksley Workman
You can tell by the wind,
By fresh cut wood all stacked to dry,
That autumn’s here,
It makes you sad about the crumby summer we had,
With pine trees creaking,
The ravens screeching,
Just like the story my grandma tells,
About when a bird hits your window,
And someone you know is about to die,
That autumn’s here, autumns here, it’s ok if you want to cry,
‘Cause autumns here, autumns here, autumns here

So f ind a swe ater and you‘ll be better,
Until the kindling is tinder dry,
We can be quite as we walk down,
To see the graveyard where they are now,
I wonder how they brought their piano
To Holding Hill from old Berlin
Be hard to keep it, it well in tune,
With winters like the one that’s coming soon
‘Cause autumns here, autumns here, autumns here
Its time to cry now that autumn’s here,
And autumns here, autumns here,
Its ok if you want to cry ‘cause autumns here

(Bridge – A# – C … trumpets, yadda, yadda, yadda…)

I th ink that ghosts like the colder weather,
When leaves turn colour they get together,
And walk along these,
These old back roads,
Where no one lives there and no one goes
With all there hopes set on the railway
That never came there and no one stayed
I guess that autumn gets you remembering,
And the smallest things can make you cry
And autumns here, autumns here, autumns here, and autumns here,
Autumns here, its time to cry ‘cause autumns here, oh oh oh,
Autumns here, autumns here, its ok now, cause autumns here.

Tuning: Standard

VERSE:

I walked through the airport alone,

I looked at my phone, cause it keeps me company.

I called you as I hired the car,

to ask you how far it is there from you to me.

And I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine.

CHORUS:

But you are too beautiful to be here with me.

Yeah you are too beautiful to be here with me.

If you could see the thoughts I see,

If you could see my thoughts, baby you’d agree.

VERSE:

I write this song lovingly on

an old girlfriend’s guitar that she wants me to return.

On the 12th floor you took off your clothes,

New York in the snow and our bodies left to burn.

Soft, gentle rebel let the sun pierce the moments of spring.

CHORUS:

‘Cause you are too beautiful to be here with me.

Yeah, you are too beautiful to be here with me.

If you could see the thoughts I see,

If you could see my thoughts, baby you’d agree…

BRIDGE: C Fm Am Ab G Dm G C F Dm G C F

CHORUS & OUTRO:

If you could see the thoughts I see,

If you could see my thoughts,

If you could see my thoughts, baby then you’d agree…

‘Cause you are too beautiful to be here with me.

‘Cause you are too beautiful to be here with me.

If you could see the thoughts I see,

If you could see my thoughts,

If you could see the face I see,

If you could see my face,

If you could see my face…

END on C

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Verse (0:13)

No muscle man, no candy cane
No pack of sexy starving wolves
No money talking, moonlight walking
Lady shocking, big crow cocking
Those ladybugs can go to blazes
Here and there go pretty faces
All of this don’t mess my stuffing
Only one thing got me huffing

Chorus (0:30)

I'm jealous of your cigarette
And all the things you do with it
I'm jealous of your cigarette
And the pleasure that you get from it
And not me
All this time your talking no

Verse (0:51)

No king, no prince with gold ring pinky
I suggest that we do something kinky
No pilot flying private plane
To smooch you on the hills of Spain
No catapult to all night kisses
That old thing just always misses
All of this don’t mess my stuffing
Only one thing got me huffing

Chorus (1:07)

I'm jealous of your cigarette
And all the things you do with it
I'm jealous of your cigarette
And how you wanna suck on it
And not me
All this time your talking no

Solo (1:27)

All this time your talking no

Bridge (1:43)

I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette

Outro (1:51)

I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette

I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette
I’m jealous of your cigarette

My baby she’s inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It[E-]’s close to my heart, she likes the sound
It’s twenty minutes out of town

Airline water breaking fast
In New York city, low on cash
Another week and you’ll be back
And you’ll be staying home at last

B[A-]ut don’t act broken even when you’re broken
It’s just one of those things
T[A-]hank god you’re timeless cause my watch got stolen
It’s the good stuff that you bring
Don’t be crushed

This city will always bug you baby
I know for me it does the same
It’s pretty I suppose from inside a plane
That’s heading for another place
But wave and blow me one more kiss
You’re a dead eye, baby you never miss
There’s not much else as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist

But don’t act broken even when you’re broken
It’s just one of those things
Thank god you’re timeless
Cause my watch got stolen
It’s the good stuff that you bring
Don’t be crushed

Don’t be crushed, don’t be cruuuushed