A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Well, I always play Russian Roulette in my head

It's seventeen black or twenty-nine red

How far from the gutter; how far from the pew

I will always remember to forget about youA good man is hard to find

Only strangers sleep in my bed

My favorite words are: good-bye

And my favorite color is redA long dead soldier looks out from the frame

No one remembers his war; no one remembers his name

Go out to the meadow; scare off all the crows

It does nothing but rain here, and nothing will growA good man is hard to find

Only strangers sleep in my bed

And my favorite words are: good-bye

And my favorite color is

my favorite color is

my favorite color is red

Songwriters

Tom WaitsPublished by

Lyrics © Jalma Music