Roger Miller – Where Have All The Average People Gone (Guitar)

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The people in this city call me country,

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Because of how I walk and talk and smile.

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Well I don't mind them laughing in the city,

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But the country folks all say I'm citified.

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The fighting men they say that I'm a coward.

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Because I never push no one around.

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Gentle people call me trouble-maker,

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Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground.

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Funny I don't fit.

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Where have all the average people gone?

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Some pious people point and call me sinner,

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Because to them I've never seen the light.

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Other folks think of me as a preacher.

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I'm just doing what I think is right.

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The wealthy people think that I am a hobo,

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Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs.

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And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man,

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But really, I'm just trying to get along.

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It's funny I don't fit.

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Tell me where have all the average people gone?

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And the government has given me a number,

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To simplify my birth and life and death.

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And still my woman thinks I'm awful important,

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Like the moon the stars the sea the sky and breath.

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Funny I don't fit.

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Where have all the average people gone?

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Yes, it's funny I don't fit.

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Where have all the average people gone?

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Honey I don't fit,

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Where have all the average people gone?