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Intro
E A D A 2X
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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]
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