Where Have All the Honest People Gone

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 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?