Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White

I'm a poor boy born in a rubble\r\nAnd some say my manners ain't the best\r\nAnd some of my friends, yeah, they've been in real trouble\r\nAnd some say I'm no better than the rest\r\nBut tell your mama and your papa\r\nSometimes good guys don't wear white\r\n\r\nYeah, every day, baby, I work hard\r\nAnd it's true at night I spend the restless time\r\nBut those rich kids and all that lazy money\r\nCan't hold a candle to mine\r\nSo tell your mama and your papa\r\nSometimes good guys don't wear white\r\n\r\nGood guys, bad guys, which is which?\r\nThe white collar worker or the digger in the ditch?\r\nHey, and who's to say who's the better man\r\nWhen I've always done the best I can?\r\n\r\nA-bad words and dirty minds\r\nAll those messed-up chicks of the changin' times\r\nWhite pills and easy livin'\r\nCan't replace the love I've given\r\nSo tell your mama and your papa\r\nSometimes good guys don't wear white\r\n\r\nHa! I mean to tell ya\r\nYou better tell your mama and your papa somethin'\r\nI'll split off by myself with another chick, yeah\r\nAh, it's just a kick\r\nYou think those guys in the white collars are better than I am baby?\r\nThen flake off!\r\nYou don't dig this long hair? Get yourself a crewcut, baby!\r\nYeah, I mean what I say