Lyrics
and the government has given me a number
and still my woman thinks i m awful important
it s funny i don t fit
Other folks think of me as a preacher, other folks think of me as a preacher Have, i m just trying to get along
To simplify my birth and life and death, funny i don t fit The, other folks think of me as a preacher
Where have all the average people gone, to simplify my birth and life and death
I m just trying to get along, the people in this city call me country
it s funny i don t fit
It s funny i don t fit, and still my woman thinks i m awful important, because i never push no one around
And the government has given me a number, other folks think of me as a preacher, i m just trying to get along
Where have all the average people gone, and still my woman thinks i m awful important
and still my woman thinks i m awful important
Tell me where have all the average people gone, funny i don t fit Where, writing mournful songs
the fighting men they say that i m a coward
Writing mournful songs, funny i don t fit
funny i don t fit
and still my woman thinks i m awful important
i m just trying to get along
Because to them i ve never seen the lights, because of how i walk and talk and smile, because i never push no one around
gentle people call me trouble maker
Because of how i walk and talk and smile, where have all the average people gone
Because of how i walk and talk and smile, tell me where have all the average people gone, where have all the average people gone
To simplify my birth and life and death, and the government has given me a number
Where have all the average people gone, dennis linde, where have all the average people gone
The fighting men they say that i m a coward, tell me where have all the average people gone, the people in this city call me country
I don t mind them laughing in the city, because of how i walk and talk and smile
Tell me where have all the average people gone, the wealthy people think that i am a hobo
To simplify my birth and life and death, and the government has given me a number, some pious people point and call me sinner
To simplify my birth and life and death, like the moon and the sun and the sea and the sky and breath
It s funny i don t fit, lean and hungry
To simplify my birth and life and death, where have all the average people gone Average, because of how i walk and talk and smile
Where have all the average people gone, like the moon and the sun and the sea and the sky and breath, to simplify my birth and life and death
Because to them i ve never seen the lights, because i never push no one around, where have all the average people gone
To simplify my birth and life and death, writing mournful songs
where have all the average people gone
And the poor, i don t mind them laughing in the city
Because of how i walk and talk and smile, tell me where have all the average people gone
the people in this city call me country
but the country folks all say i m citified
Poor people think i am a rich man, lean and hungry
Other folks think of me as a preacher, where have all the average people gone, but the country folks all say i m citified
Other folks think of me as a preacher, other folks think of me as a preacher, it s funny i don t fit
Because to them i ve never seen the lights, poor people think i am a rich man, i don t mind them laughing in the city
other folks think of me as a preacher
because to them i ve never seen the lights
Dennis linde, where have all the average people gone, i don t mind them laughing in the city
Some pious people point and call me sinner, the fighting men they say that i m a coward
poor people think i am a rich man
And the government has given me a number, funny i don t fit All, because i never push no one around
It s funny i don t fit, because to them i ve never seen the lights
Funny i don t fit, to simplify my birth and life and death, funny i don t fit
The wealthy people think that i am a hobo, because i never push no one around
it s funny i don t fit
some pious people point and call me sinner
funny i don t fit
Funny i don t fit, other folks think of me as a preacher
Poor people think i am a rich man, lean and hungry, and the government has given me a number
Funny i don t fit, but the country folks all say i m citified, dennis linde
Writing mournful songs, it s funny i don t fit
Tell me where have all the average people gone, the fighting men they say that i m a coward