Sep 1967
The Stone Poneys
Different Drum
The Stone Poneys
Different Drum
You and I travel to the beat of a different drum.
Oh, can’t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me. Wo oh.
You cry and you moan and say it will work out.
Oh, can’t you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me. Wo oh.
You cry and you moan and say it will work out.
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