Lyrics Chubby Checker

Chubby Checker

Black Cloud

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

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