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 the meanness in this world 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 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...