Lyrics
The people in the city call me country
Because of how I walk and talk and smile
Well, I don't mind them laughin' in the city
But the country folks all say I'm citified
The fightin' men may say that I'm a coward
Because I never pushed no one around
Gentle people call me troublemaker
'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?
Some pious people point and call me sinner
Because to them, I've never seen the light
Other folks think of me as a preacher
I'm just doin' what I think is right
The wealthy people think that I am a hobo
Lean and hungry, writin' mournful songs
And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man
But really, I'm just tryin' to get along
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Tell me, where have all the average people gone?
And the government has given me a number
To simplify my birth and life and death
And still my woman thinks I'm awful important
Like moon, and sun, and sea, and sky, and breath
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?
