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 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
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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