Golden Autumn Day by Van Morrison
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    



F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x2)
Verse 1:
        F
Well, I heard the bells ringing,
      Am                              Bbmaj7
I was thinking about winning, in this God forsaken place.
        F
When my confidence was well,
       Am                        Bbmaj7
Then I tripped and I fell, right flat on my face.
        F
Now I'm standing erect,
      Am                            Bbmaj7
And I feel like coming back and the sun is shining gold.
      F
Put a smile on my face,
         Am                        Bbmaj7
Get back in the human race and get on with the show.
Bridge 1:
        C                    Bbmaj7
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer,
        C                   Bbmaj7
And I'm soaking it up in my mind.
            C                       Bbmaj7
And I'm pre-tending, that it's para-dise...
Chorus 1:
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   C
On a golden Autumn day.
Verse 2:
       F
In the wee midnight hour,
      Am                      Bbmaj7
I was parking my car, in this dimly lit town.
         F
I was at-tacked by two thugs,
    Am                              Bbmaj7
Who took me for a mug and shoved me down on the ground.
         F
And they pulled out a knife,
      Am                       Bbmaj7
And I fought my way up as they scarpered from the scene.
              F
Well, this is no New York street,
               Am                                 Bbmaj7
And there's no Bobby on the beat and things ain't just what they seem.
Bridge 2:
        C                    Bbmaj7
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer,
        C                   Bbmaj7
And I'm soaking it up in my mind.
            C                       Bbmaj7
And I'm pre-tending, that it's para-dise...
Chorus 2:
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   C
On a golden Autumn day.
Solo:
F  Am, Bbmaj7 (x4)
C  Bbmaj7 (x4)
F  Bbmaj7 (x3), F  C
Verse 3:
          F
Who would think this could happen,
     Am                            Bbmaj7
In a city like this, among Blake's green and pleasant hills?
       F
And we must remember,
      Am                                Bbmaj7
As we go through September, among these dark satanic mills.
           F
If there's such a thing as justice,
        Am                                  Bbmaj7
I could take them out and flog them, in the nearest green field.
       F
And it might be a lesson,
       Am                              Bbmaj7
To the bleeders of the system, in this whole society.
Bridge 3:
        C                    Bbmaj7
And I'm taking in the Indian Summer,
        C                   Bbmaj7
And I'm soaking it up in my mind.
            C                       Bbmaj7
And I'm pre-tending, that it's para-dise...
Chorus 3:
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.
                   F   Bbmaj7
On a golden Autumn day.