I packed my rags, went down the hillnLeft my dependents a-lying stillnJust as the dawn was rising upnI was making good speednI left a letter lying on the bednFrom a man in need, it readnnYou know it's so hard, It's so hard to findnWell, well, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need?nnAll of my friends don't comprehend menTheir kind of style it just offends menI want to take 'em, I want to shake 'emn'Till they pay me some heednOh, you've got to ride in one directionnUntil you find the right connectionnnYou know it's so hard, so, so, so, sonWell, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need?nnWho's going to give you real happiness?nWho's going to give you contentedness?nWho's going to lead you? Who's going to feed you?nAnd cut you free?nWell I've sailed every ship in the seanBut I travelled this world in miserynnYou know it's so hard, so hard, so hardnWell, well. Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need?nnWell who's going to shoe your feet?nAh who's going to pay your rent?nAnd who's going to stand by you?nWell, well, well, wellnWho's going to cure the heart of a man in need?nOh, oh, oh, oh, ohnOf a man in need