The people in this 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, they say that I'm a coward
Because I never push no one around
The gentle folks, they call me troublemaker
Because I'll always fight and stand my ground

Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?

Some pious people point and call me sinnеr
Because, to them, I'vе never seen the lights
Other folks, they see me as a preacher
I'm just doing what I think is right

The wealthy people think that I'm a hobo
Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs
The poor, poor people think that I'm a rich man
But really, I'm just trying to get along

Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?
The government has given me a number
To simplify my birth and life and death
And still she thinks I'm awful important
Like the sun and moon and sky and the sea and breath

Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the average people gone?