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