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