There's a black cloud hanging over my head
Down to my last buck
With an old black cloud hanging over my head
There ain't no such thing as good luck

Oh, the very first Saturday of every month
I go down to get me some pay
When I ask my bossman about a draw
This is what my bossman say:

Black could hanging over my head
Down to my last buck
With an old black cloud hanging over my head
There ain't no such thing as good luck

Well, I earn my living by the sweat of my brow
I work so hard every day
With that old black cloud hanging over my head
To drive my dreams away

And if it wasn't with the help of the one I love
To tell my troubles to
There just ain't no telling what that old black cloud
Might drive this poor man to

Black could hanging over my head
Down to my last buck
With an old black cloud hanging over my head
There ain't no such thing as good luck

I'm gonna seed in the ground, gonna grow me a tree
This is what that black cloud done
They sent all the locust to eat up the tree
I'm gonna cook my brains in the sun

And one of these days when I'm laid away
I know that cloud can't wait
It's gonna hover over me on Judgement Day
To keep me from the Pearly Gate

Black could hanging over my head
Down to my last buck
With an old black cloud hanging over my head
There ain't no such thing as good luck

Black could hanging over my head
Down to my last buck
With an old black cloud hanging over my head
There ain't no such thing as good luck