Don’t

know

why

there’s

no

sun

up

in

the

sky,

Stor-

my

wea

-

ther,

Since

my

man

and

I

ain’t

to-

geth-

er,

keeps

rai-

nin’

all

the

ti-

me.

Life

is

bare,

Gloom

and

mis’-

ry

ev-

’ry-

where,

Stor-

my

wea

-

ther.

Just

can’t

get

my

poor

self

to-

get

-

her

I’m

wea-

ry

all

the

ti

-

me,

the

ti-

me.

So

wea-

ry

all

the

ti

-

me.

When

he

went

a

-

way

the

blues

walked

in

and

met

me

If

he

stays

a

-

way

old

rock-

in’

chair

will

get

me,

all

I

do

is

pray

the

Lord

a-

bove

will

let

me

walk

in

the

sun

once

mo

-

re.

Can’t

go

on,

Ev’-

ry

thing

I

had

is

gone,

Stor-

my

wea

-

ther,

Since

my

man

and

I

ain’t

to-

geth

-

er,

Keeps

rain-

in’

all

the

ti-

me.

Keeps

rain-

in’

all

the

ti-

me.

Don’t

know

ti-

me.