Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White

Intro: G   C    F   C    [2X]

	       G        C         F      C
	I'm a poor boy born in a rubble
	     G           C                 F     C
	And some say my manners ain't the best
	     G           C                  F             C
	And some of my friends, yeah, they been in real trouble
	     G               C               F      C
	And some say I'm no better than the rest

Chorus:
D                             D  D#  D
So 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 their lazy money
	Can't hold a candle to mine

[chorus]

	 G                     C
	Good guys, bad guys, which is which
	      G                         C
	The white-collar worker or the digger in the ditch
	      G                    C
	And, who's to say who's a better man
	           B
	When I've always done the best I can

	A-bad words and dirty minds
	All those messed-up chicks of the changing times
	White pills and easy livin'
	Can't replace the love I'm givin'

[chorus]

Ha, I mean to tell you You better tell your mama and your papa somethin'
I'll split, I'll find myself another chick, yeah Ah, just for kicks
You think those guys in the white collars are better than I am?  Then flake off!
You don't dig this long hair?  Get yourself a crewcut, baby!
Yeah!  I mean what I say!  I don't need nobody, baby [fade]