Intro:

      E5   A5    D5   A5    [2X]
      / / / /  / / / /

Verse 1:

             E5        A5         D5      A5
      I'm a poor boy born in a rubble
           E5           A5                 D5     A5
      And some say my manners ain't the best
           E5           A5                  D5             A5
      And some of my friends, yeah, they been in real trouble
           E5               A5               D5      A5
      And some say I'm no better than the rest

Chorus:

                               B5                   B5  C5  B5
      But [2,3: So] tell your mama and your papa
                    [N.C.]             E5   A5   D5   A5  [2: repeat E5 - A5 - D5 - A5 ]
      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]

       G5                     C5
      Good guys, bad guys, which is which
            G5                         C5
      The white-collar worker or the digger in the ditch
            G5                    C5
      And, who's to say who's a better man
                 B5
      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]

C?da [rant over E5 - A5 - D5 - A5 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]


-- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers