Standard (EADGBE)
The people in the 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 cityfied
The fightin' men the say that I am a coward,
Because I never push no-one around
Gentle people call me trouble maker,
'Cause I'll always fight to stand my ground
It's funny I don't fit,
Where've 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 doing what I think is right
The wealthy people think that I am a hobo,
Lean and hungry writing mournful songs
And the poor poor people think that I am a rich man,
But really I'm just trying to get along
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 the sun and the moon and the sea and sky and breath
Yes it's funny I don't fit,
Where've all the average people gone
Oh honey I don't fit,
Tell me where've all the average people gone