The people in the city call me country
Because of how I walk and talk and smile
Well I don't mind them laughing in the city
But the country folks all say I'm citified
The fighting men may say that I'm a coward
Because I never pushed no one around
Gentle people call me troublemaker
Vause 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 doing what I think is right
The wealthy people think that I am a hobo
Lean and hungry writing mornful songs
And the poor poor people think I am a rich man
But really I'm just trying 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