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?