The Lord is my drummer, I shall not rush,
He maketh me to layout in tasteful places,
He leadeth 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 presence of mine guitarists,
You anointeth my lines with drive, My groove overfloweth.
Surely good feel and swing will follow me through all the tunes of each set,
And I will dwell in the pocket the whole gig long.