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 you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed My favorite words are: good-bye And my favorite color is red A 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 grow A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed And my favorite words are goodbye And my favorite color is My favorite color is My favorite color is red --- A Good Man Is Hard To Find - Tom Waits