A keyboard-playing buddy of mine passed this on to me. Some of you may have heard this before, but for those who haven't, enjoy! The Lord is my drummer, I shall not rush. He maketh me to lay out in tasteful places; He leadeth me beside cool meter changes; He restoreth my "one". He leadeth me in the right repeats For His name's sake. Yea, though I read through the trickiest road maps, 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 annointeth my lines with drive; My groove overflows. Surely good feel and swing will follow me All the tunes of each set; And I will dwell in the pocket The whole gig long.