Good Man Gone

I'm staring at a stranger in the mirror

He's looking like a ghost in human form

That used to be my head

But the occupant has fled

Lord, where's the good man gone?

My eyes are like two troopers in a foxhole

I'm doing things I used to know were wrong

I've hurt all my friends

And I'll do it again

Lord, where's the good man gone?

There's a woman, Lord, somewhere in this city

I've got to put her in my song

I'm treating her unkind

And I don't mind

Lord, where's the good man gone

And is he coming back?