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