C
F
The people in this city call me country
G7
C
Because of how I walk and talk and smile
F
Well I don’t mind them laughing in the city
G7
C
But the country folks all say I’m citified
F
The fighting men they say that I’m a coward
G7
C
Because I never push no one around
F
Gentle people call me troublemaker
G7
C
Because I’ll always fight and stand my ground
F
Em
Funny I don’t fit
Dm
G7
C
Where have all the average people gone
F
Some pious people point and call me sinner
G7
C
Because to them I’ve never seen the light
F
Other folks think of me as a preacher
G7
C
I’m just doing what I think is right
F
The wealthy people think that I am a hobo
G7
C
Lean and hungry writing mournful songs
F
And the poor poor people think I am a rich man
G7
C
But really I’m just trying to get along
F
Em
It’s funny I don’t fit
Dm
G7
C
Tell me where have all the average people gone
F
And the government has given me a number
G7
C
To simplify my birth and life and death
F
And still my woman thinks I’m awful important
G7
C
Like the moon the stars the sea the sky and breath
F
Em
Yes it’s funny I don’t fit
Dm
G7
C
Where have all the average people gone
F
Em
Honey I don’t fit
Dm
G7
C
Where have all the average people gone
C
F
The people in this city call me country
G7
C
Because of how I walk and talk and smile
F
Well I don’t mind them laughing in the city
G7
C
But the country folks all say I’m citified
Em
G7
Dm
F
C
