If you and I should chance to meet,

I guess you wouldn't care;

I'm sure you'd pass me in the street

As if I wasn't there;

You'd never look me in the face,

My modest mug to scan,

Because I'm just a commonplace

        And Ordinary Man.

But then, it may be,  you are too

A guy of every day,

Who does the job he's told to do

And takes the wife his pay;

Who makes a home and kids his care,

And works with pick or pen ...

Why, Pal, I guess we're just a pair

Of  Ordinary Men.

We plug away and make no fuss,

Our feats are never crowned;

And yet it's common coves like us

Who make the world go round.

And as we steer a steady course

By God's predestined plan,

Hats off to that Almighty Force;

      The Ordinary Man.

       by  Robert Service