| There’s a black cloud hanging over my head
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| Down to my last buck
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| With that old black cloud hanging over my head
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| There ain’t no such thing as good luck
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| On the very first Saturday of every month
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| I go to town to get my some pay
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| When I ask my bossman about the draw
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| This is what my bossman say
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| There’s a black cloud hanging over my head…
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| Well I earn my livin' by sweatin' my brow
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| I work so hard at my job every day
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| With that old black cloud hanging over my head
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| That drive my dreams away
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| And if it wasn’t for the help of the one I love
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| To tell my troubles to There just ain’t no tellin' what that old black cloud
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| Might drive this poor boy to Black cloud hanging over my head…
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| I’ve got a seed in the ground for to grow me a tree
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| This is what that black cloud done
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| They said all the locust to eat up the tree
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| I’m gonna cook my brains in the sun
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| In one of these days when I bade away
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| I know that cloud can’t wait
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| It’s gonna holler over me on Judgement Day
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| To keep me out of the pearly gate
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| Black cloud hanging over my head…
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| Black cloud over my head black cloud over my head
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| Black cloud over my head |