| A | |
| I packed my rags went down the hill |
| Left my dependents A-lying still |
| F#m | |
| Just as the dawn was rising | up |
| E | |
| I was making good | speed |
| A | |
| I left a letter lying on the bed |
| F#m | |
| From a man in need it read |
| A | E | D | |
| It's so | hard to | find |
| A | E | D | |
| It's so | hard to | find |
| A | |
| Who's going to cure |
| F#m | E | D | A | F#m | A | |
| The heart of a | man in | ne | ed? |
| All of my friends don't comprehend me |
| Their kind of style it just offends me |
| I want to take them |
| I want to shake them |
| 'Til they pay me some heed |
| You've got to ride in one direction |
| Until you find the right connection |
| It's so hard to find |
| It's so hard to find |
| Who's going to cure |
| The heart of a man in need? |
| (Guitar solo over verse and chorus chords) |
| Who's going to give you Real happiness? |
| Who's going to give you contentedness? |
| Who's going to lead you? |
| Who's going to feed you? |
| And cut you free? |
| Well I've sailed every ship in the sea |
| But I traveled this world in misery |
| It's so hard to find |
| It's so hard to find |
| Who's going to cure |
| The heart of a man in need? |
| E | D | A | |
| Who's going to shoe your feet | ? |
| E | D | A | |
| Who's going to pay your rent? |
| E | D | A | |
| Who's going to stand by you? |
| A | F#m | E | D | A | F#m | A | |
| Who's going to cure the | heart of a | man in | nee | d? |
| A | F#m | E | D | A | F#m | A |
| D | A | |
| Of A | Man in | Need? |