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A Good Man Is Hard To Find
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It's cloudy out in Pittsburgh
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It's raining in Saigon
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Snow's fallin' all across the Michigan Line
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Well she sits by the lights of the Christmas Tree
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With the radio softly on
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Thinkin' how a good man is so hard to find
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Well once she had a fella
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Once she was somebody's girl
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And she gave all she had that one last time
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Now there's a little girl asleep in the back room
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She's gonna have to tell about the meanness in this world
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And how a good man is so hard to find
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Well there's pictures on the table by her bed
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Him in his dress greens and her in her wedding white
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She remembers how the world was the day he left
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And now how that world is dead
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And a good man is so hard to find
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She got no time now for Casanovas
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Yeah those days are gone
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She don't want that anymore, she's made up her mind
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Just somebody to hold her
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As the night gets on
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When a good man is so hard to find
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Well she shuts off the TV
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And without a word
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Into bed she climbs
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Well she thinks how it was all so wasted
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And how expendable their dreams all were
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When a good man was so hard to find
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Well it's cloudy out in Pittsburgh
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A Good Man Is Hard To Find
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| Bruce Springsteen |
