[POOR MEMORY—SORRY]
I’m a bored boy born in the road
Some say my manners ain’t the best
Some of my friends they’ve been in a whole lot of trouble
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
With all those rich kids and their lazy money
You can’t hold a candle too long [?]
But tell…
Sometimes…
Good guys bad guys which is which?
The white collar worker or digger in the ditch
Man who’s to say who’s the better man
Of those two i do the best i can
You thought i had a dirty mind
All the messed up chicks all the changing times
White filth and easy living
You can’t come come close to the love that i’ve given
But tell..
Sometimes…