Letra da Música A Good Man Is Hard To Find de Tom Waits

I always play russian roulette in my head
Seventeen black or twenty-nine red
How far from the gutter
How far fron the pew
I'll always remember to forget about you

A good man is hard to find
Only strangers sleep in my bed
My favourite words are goodbye
And my favourite colour 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
My favourite words are goodbye
And my favourite colour is
My favourite colour is
My favourite colour is red