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