The Lord is my drummer, I shall not rush
He maketh me to lay out in tasteful places
He leadeth me beside cool meter change
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

Oh Man!