Tom Waits - A Good Man Is Hard To Find lyrics

Well I always play Russian roulette in my head

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

And 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 'good-bye'

And my favorite color is...

My favorite color is...

My favorite color is red