Walk ing ’round the (Em7)room sing ing “Storm y Weath er”

at fif ty (Em7)sev en Mount Pleas ant Street.

Well, it’s the (Em7)same room but ev ’ry thing’s dif f’rent, you can fight the (Em7)sleep but not the dream.

Things ain’t cook ing in my (C)kitch en,

strange af flic tion wash (F)o ver me.

Jul i us Cae sar

and the Ro man Em pire

could n’t con quer the (F)blue

sky.

Well, there’s a (Em7)small boat made of Chi na,

it’s go ing (Em7)no where on the man tel piece.

Well, do I (Em7)lie like a lounge room liz ard,

or do I (Em7)sing like a bird re leased?

Ev ’ry where you go

you al ways take the weath er with you, ev ’ry where you go

you al ways take the weath er.

Ev ’ry where you go

you al ways take the weath er with you, ev ’ry where you go

you al ways take the weath er, the weath er with you.

Ev ’ry where you go er,

take the weath er, the weath er with you.