Intro:

        E   A    D   A    [2X]
        / / / /  / / / /

Verse 1:

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

Chorus:

                                 B                   B  C  B
        But [2,3: So] tell your mama and your papa
                      [N.C.]             E   A   D   A  [2: repeat E-A-D-A]
        Sometimes good guys don't wear white, yeah

Verse 2:

        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

[repeat 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

[repeat intro]

Verse 3:

        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'

[repeat chorus]

Coda [rant over E-A-D-A to fade]:

        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]