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