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 may say that I'm a coward
Because I never push no one around
Gentle people call me trouble maker
'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the honest people gone?
Some pious people point and call me a sinner
Because to them, I've never seen the lights
Other folks think of me as a preacher
I'm just doing what I think is right
Wealthy people think that I am a hobo
Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs
And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man
But really, I'm just trying to get along
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Tell me where have all the honest people gone?
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 may say that I'm a coward
Because I never push no one around
Gentle people call me trouble maker
'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground
Funny I don't fit
Where have all the honest people gone?
Some pious people point and call me a sinner
Because to them, I've never seen the lights
Other folks think of me as a preacher
I'm just doing what I think is right
Wealthy people think that I am a hobo
Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs
And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man
But really, I'm just trying to get along
Yes, it's funny I don't fit
Tell me where have all the honest people gone?
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