Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The people in this 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 countryfolks all say I'm citified
[Verse 2]
The fightin' men, they say that I'm a coward
Because I never push no one around
Gentle people call me trouble-maker
'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground
[Verse 3]
Funny, I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?
[Verse 4]
Some pious people point and call me sinner
Because to them, I've never see the light
Other folks think of me as as preacher
I'm just doin' what I think is right
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Tell me, where have all the average people gone?
[Verse 7]
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 the moon and the sun and the sea and the sky and breath
[Verse 8]
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?
Written by: Dennis Linde