Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White - The Nomads

I’m a poor boy born in the 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 a 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

How bad was his dirty mind

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 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 crew-cut baby

Yeah

I mean what I said