INTRO: G A7 G DD G D D7 I'd see him every mornin', ridin' down the streetG D E7 A7 Old wore-out bicycle with the tattered old seatG D G Pickin' up the cans that he finds by the roadD A7 G People say that Casey is a brick short of a loadD G D D7 Casey's been around here forever and a dayG D E7 A7 I've heard a lot of rumors how he came to be this wayG D G The old folks they remember a little boy in schoolD A7 D And they say that he was different from the other kids they knewG A7 D D7 He's just dancin' to the beat of a different drumG A7 D Casey never did fit inG A7 D G But every night he thanks the Lord for everything He's doneD A7 G 'Cause Casey knows He listens to prayers from anyoneD G D D7 Anyplace he needs to go, Casey knows the wayG A7 E7 A7 He must pass by the five and dime twenty times a dayG D G Passin' by the schoolyard, children holler namesD A7 G And a forty-year-old memory haunts him once againD G D D7 I still see him every mornin', ridin' down the streetG D E7 A7 That old wore-out bicycle with the tattered old seatG D G And he hardly shows a wrinkle on his old weathered faceD A7 D I guess he never worried much about bein' in the race CHORUSD A7 G And it don't matter if he dances to a different drum OUTRO: D
Different Drum
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