text: Its cloudy out in Pittsburgh
  Its raining in Saigon
  Snows 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 somebodys girl
  And she gave all she had that one last time
  Now theres a little girl asleep in the back room
  Shes gonna have to tell about the meanness in this world
  And how a good man is so hard to find
  Well theres 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 time now for Casanovas
  Yeah those days are gone
  She dont want that anymore, shes made up her mind
  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