We all march to a different drummer,
I told my Momma not to cry over me,
I have to march to my own tune.
Don't cry for me, Momma
I have to sing what must be sung,
I have to live my life my way.
Don't cry for me Momma.
Sometimes I must drift like a cloud,
Sometime you gotta walk
that lonesome valley by yourself.
I know that I am as simple as dirt.
I have to live one day at a time.
Don't cry for me momma,
As the stubble of my beard grows gray
We'll meet on the far side one day
In the meantime I'm still chasing
dreams and rainbows.
Till we meet on the far side
I'll continue to march to a different drummer.
Don't cry for me momma.






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