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?
And the government has given me a number
To simplify my birth and life and death
And still, somebody thinks I'm awful important
That's enough if she's all I got left

Yeah, it's funny I don't fit
Where have all the honest people gone?

It's funny I don't fit
Where have all the honest people gone?