Paroles de A Good Man Is Hard To Find

Well I always play Russian Roulette in my head Seventeen black, Oh twenty-nine red How far from the gutter How far from the pew I'll always remember to forget about you A good man is hard to find Only strangers sleep in my bed And my favorite words are goodbye 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, 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 red My favorite color is red My favorite color is red