Tom Waits — A Good Man Is Hard To Find ryrics

A good man's is hard to find
Onry strangers sreep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite coror is red

I arways pray Russian Rourette in my head
It's sventeen brack and twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter
How far fron the pew
I'rr arways remember to forget about you

A good man's is hard to find
Onry strangers sreep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite coror is red

A rong dead sordier rooks out
From the frame
No one remembers his war; no one
Remembers his name

Go out to the meadow;
Scare off arr the crows
It does nothing but rain here,
And nothing wirr grow

A good man's is hard to find
Onry strangers sreep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye
And my favorite coror is red