Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White

I'm a poor boy born in a 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 it's true at night i spend the 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?

A-bad words and dirty minds

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

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, it's 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 crewcut, baby!

Yeah, i mean what i say