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Eva Cassidy Live At Blues Alley

When you're weary feeling small When tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all, all I'm on your side Oh, when times get rough And friends just can't be

My man don't love me, he treats me so mean My man don't love me, he treats me so mean Well he's the, lowest man that I've ever seen He wears high trimmed

They call it stormy Monday but Tuesday's just as bad They call it stormy Monday but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday is worse and Thursday's also sad

I see trees that are green, red roses too I watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I hear babies cry, I watch

, my how they fly Those blue days, all of them gone Nothing but blue skies from now on Blue skies smiling on me Nothing but blue skies do I see Blue

: They call it stormy Monday but Tuesday??s just as bad They call it stormy Monday but Tuesday??s just as bad Wednesday is worse and Thursday??s also

: When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be

: My man don't love me He treats me so mean My man don't love me He treats me so mean Well he's the, lowest man That I've ever seen He wears high

: You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So