I'm a poor boy born in a rut Some say my manners ain't the best Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of trouble And some say I'm no better than the rest
But tell your momma and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Everyday I work hard At night I spend a restless time Those rich kids and all their lazy money They can't hold a candle to mine
So 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 of the ditch? Man, who's to say who's the better man? Of those two I do the best I can Best I can
You thought I had a dirty mind All those messed up chicks Of the changing times Love-filled and easy living Can't come close To the love that I've given
So tell your momma and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white