A Good Man Is Hard To Find

It’s cloudy out in Pittsburgh

It’s rainin’ in Saigon

Snow’s fallin’ all across the Michigan line

Well, she sits by the light of her Christmas tree

With the radio softly on

Thinkin’ how a good man is so hard to find

Well, once she had a fella

Once she was somebody’s girl

And she gave all she had that one last time

Now there’s a little girl asleep in the back room

She’s gonna have to tell about

And how a good man is so hard to find

Well, there’s pictures on the table by her bed

Him in his dress greens and her in her wedding white

She remembers how the world was the day he left

And now how that world is dead

And a good man is so hard to find

She got no time now for Casanovas

Yeah, those days are gone

She don’t want that anymore,

she’s made up her mind

Just somebody to hold her

As the night gets on

When a good man is so hard to find

Well, she shuts off the TV

And without a word

And into bed she climbs

Well, she thinks how it was all so wasted

And how expendable their dreams all were

When a good man was so hard to find

Well, it’s cloudy out in Pittsburgh