The Lord Is my drummer, I shall not rush,
He maketh me to layout in tasteful places,
He leadth me beside cool meter changes,
He restoreth my one
Yeah, man, though I read through the
trickiest of charts, I will fear no train wrecks,
for you are with it.
Your ride and your snare they comfort me.
You setteth up a solo for me
In the prescence of mine guitarists,
Thou annointeth my lines with drive,
My groove overfloweth.
Surely good feel and swing will follow me
through all the tunes of each,
And I will dwell in the pocket
the whole gig long
Amen
