Sometimes Good Guys Don't Wear White (Live)

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
 {spoken}
 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