Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White

i’m a poor born in the rubble
some say my manners ain’t the best
some of my friends been in real trouble
some say i’m no better than the rest
tell your momma and your papa
sometimes good guys don’t wear white
now every day i work hard
and it’s true at times i spend the restless nights
with those rich kids and all their crazy money
can’t hold a candle to my eyes
tell your momma 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
who’s to say who’s the better man?
but i always done the best i can
bad words with a dirty mind
All those messed up chicks of the changin' times
White pills easy livin'
Can’t refuse the love I’ve given
So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don’t wear white
you listen honey
you gotta listen to what i say ya hear