Where Have All The Average People Gone

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?