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Introdução:
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I'd see him every mornin', ridin' down the street
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Old wore-out bicycle with the tattered old seat
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Pickin' up the cans that he finds by the road
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People say that Casey is a brick short of a load
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Casey's been around here forever and a day
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I've heard a lot of rumors how he came to be this way
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The old folks they remember a little boy in school
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And they say that he was different from the other kids they knew
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He's just dancin' to the beat of a different drum
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Casey never did fit in
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But every night he thanks the Lord for everything He's done
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'Cause Casey knows He listens to prayers from anyone
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Anyplace he needs to go, Casey knows the way
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He must pass by the five and dime twenty times a day
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Passin' by the schoolyard, children holler names
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And a forty-year-old memory haunts him once again
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I still see him every mornin', ridin' down the street
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That old wore-out bicycle with the tattered old seat
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And he hardly shows a wrinkle on his old weathered face
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I guess he never worried much about bein' in the race
CHORUS
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And it don't matter if he dances to a different drum