It's cloudy out in Pittsburgh
It's raining in Saigon
Snow's fallin' all across the Michigan line

Well she sits by the lights of the 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 nw how that world is dead

And a good man is so hard to find

She got time now for Casanovas

Yeah those days are gone
She don't want that anymore, she's made up het minde
just somebody told her

As the nights get 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