Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White

I`m a poor boy born in the rubble

And some say my manners ain`t the best

And some of my friends, yeah, they`ve been in real trouble

And some say I`m no better than the rest

But tell your mama and your papa

Sometimes good guys don`t wear white, yeah

Every day baby, I work hard

And its true at night, I spend a restless time

But those rich kids and all that lazy money

Can`t hold a candle to mine

So tell your mama and your papa

Sometimes good guys don`t wear white

Good guys bad guys which is which

The white collar worker or the digger in the ditch

Hey, and who`s to say who`s the better man

When I`ve always done the best I can

How bad was his dirty mind

All those messed up chicks of the changin` times

White pills and easy livin`

Can`t replace the love I`ve given

So tell your mama and your papa

Sometimes good guys don`t wear white

{spoken}

Ha, I mean to tell ya

You better tell your mama and your papa somethin`

I`ll split off by myself with another chick yeah, Ah just a kick

You think those guys in the white collars are better than I am baby

Then flake off

You don`t dig this long hair, get yourself a crew-cut baby

Yeah

I mean what I said