Have you ever heard of Muncie, Indiana?

Well neither has anyone else.

A little town where dusty George Dickel

might be considered top shelf.

Well I took a trip ‘cause I didn’t have

anywhere else to go.

I met a fella and for privacy’s sake,

let’s just call him.... joe?

Well now how’s just a good ol’ boy, might call himself a hot shot

From a rusty old colt 44 that never quite hit its mark.

He’ll ride in sittin’ all pretty on the highest horse around.

But the thing he always forgets to mention is he’s livin’ in a one horse town.

I’m not sure who you think you are.

To be namin\' and claimin who’s gonna be a star.

Well I think there’s something you outta know,

I ain’t like you.

No I’m not that average, joe.

Well I strolled in with my guitar

and a look of determination.

That’s where I met our man, joe

‘cause he ran the radio station.

I hadn’t even sang a note before he asked me to leave.

He said “girl you ain’t got the look, and i only play bro-country.”

I’m not sure who you think you are.

To be namin\' and claimin who’s gonna be a star.

Well I think there’s something you outta know,

I ain’t like you.

No I’m not that average, joe.

And I hope we meet again someday, joe.

When this song is the only reason I know your name, joe.

And I’ll look you straight in that smug face, joe

Give you a wink and then just say “walk away joe.”

‘Cause I’m not sure who you think I am.

Someday you’ll regret not being my biggest fan.

And I think there’s something you outta know.

I ain’t like you.

No, I ain’t like you.

I’m not average, Joe.