Black-eyed Susan,
The sun shines in her veins;
If the clouds are movin',
You'll never hear her complain;
Yeah, Black-eyed Susan,
Just waitin' on a drop of rain.
Black-eyed Susan,
Stands true and tall;
If the storms are brewin',
She ain't worried at all;
Yeah, Black-eyed Susan,
Just waitin' on a drop to fall.
Everyone calls her the sunflower
And no one knows her name;
She's the little girl on the side of the road
Waitin' on a drop of rain.
Rain... Rain...
Black-eyed Susan,
Ain't it just a shame;
That you're loosin'
All your petals in vase,
In a vase.
Yeah, she got picked
And I never even knew her name.
Everyone calls her the sunflower
And no one knows her name;
She's the little girl on the side of the road
Waitin' on a drop of rain.
Rain... Rain... Rain... Rain... Rain... Rain...
Yeah, she got picked
And I never even knew her name.
Black-eyed Susan,
The sun shines in her veins.
