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.