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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 
 
 
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