Tis Autumn Nat King Cole akordy

^DOld Father ti^D6me checked,^Dmi7 so there'd be^Dm6 no doubt;

^Amaj7Called on the N^F♯miorth wind ^C♯m7 to come on o^F♯7ut,

Th^Aen cupped his h^Eands so pr^D9oudly to s^B7hout,

"^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^{D9 A}autumn!"

Tr^Dees say they're ^D6tired, they've^Dmi7 born too much f^Dm6ruit;

^Amaj7Charmed on the ^F♯miwayside,^C♯m7 there's no disp^F♯7ute.

^ANow shedding le^Eaves, they ^D9don't give a ^B7hoot --

^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^{D9 A}autumn!

Then the ^Emi7birds got toge^A7ther to ^G/Bchirp about the we^A7ather

^DMm^altmm - ^G/Bmmm - ^A7mmm - m^D6mm.

After ^F♯mi7makin' their de^B7cision, in b^F♯mi7irdie-like pre^B7cision,

^E7Turned ab^Fmiout, and made a ^B7beeline to the s^E7outh.

My h^Dolding you c^D6lose really^Dmi7 is no c^Dm6rime --

Ask the ^Amaj7birds and the ^F♯mitrees an^C♯m7d old Father T^F♯7ime.

It's j^Aust to h^Eelp the m^D9ercury c^B7limb.

^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^{D9 A}autumn.

^AIt's jus^Et to help^D9 the mer^B7cury climb.

^D9La-di-dah di-d^E7ah-di-dum, 'tis ^F7au - t^Aumn.