Texty: Tom T. Hall. Cloudy Day.

I never did like that apartment, it was not a place I like to be
In summertime the place was hot in wintertime, I'd sit around and freeze
I never did like that apartment seems to me it always smell like food
People down the hall complained, because I liked to pick and sing

And anyway the rent was overdue

Cloudy day, this is my cloudy day
One for you and one for him, one for her and one for them
This looks like a cloudy day for me

I've forgot the number of the interstate that brought me to this town
I've been here for seven months and still I do not know my way around
Well I'd like to find a quiet place and trouble is, I don't know where it's at
I don't know which way is best but I think I'll be headin' west

So I'll be walkin' where the land is flat

Cloudy day, this is my cloudy day
One for you and one for him, one for her and one for them
This looks like a cloudy day for me

I've know people higher up the ladder, who can always pick and choose
Anything they want to be or anyplace they go to just can't lose
It doesn't matter who you are, we all must have a cloudy day some time
Days that we can't seem to win days that we ain't got a friend

We all have days and I guess this is mine

Cloudy day, this is my cloudy day
One for you and one for him, one for her and one for them
This looks like a cloudy day for me

One for you and one for him one for