I'm a bored 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 mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

Everyday I work hard
At night I spend a restless time
The rich kids and all their lazy money
They 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
Man, who's to say who's the better man?
I'm always doing the best I can
Best I can

You thought I had a dirty mind
All those messed up chicks
All the changing times
White filth and easy living
You can't come close
To the love that I've given
So tell your mama 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