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...