A wild-eyed drummer man
playing his best jam
energetic and free in a south
Memphis band
and a piano player,
plays right along
the crowds they all gather
enjoying the song
By: J.N.R Dutton
A wild-eyed drummer man
playing his best jam
energetic and free in a south
Memphis band
and a piano player,
plays right along
the crowds they all gather
enjoying the song
By: J.N.R Dutton
Make a joyful noise & sing
Praises to Jesus,
Our Lord and King
All of creation testifies
of His Glory
He is everything we need
Restores our souls indeed
By:J.N.R Dutton
His daddy died when he was ten
His mother was never the same again
She wasn’t all there for raising him
So he grew up being taken in
by school buddies & family friends
Though the pain was obvious in his eyes,
Despite all the things that traumatized him,
To everybody’s great surprise
He’s overcome it & he’s thriving
He’s sure hell-bent on surviving
He never really was one for whining
about the hard cards dealt in his life
he just pressed on, kept on shining
By: J.N.R Dutton
When I wrote this poem/these lyrics, the style I had in mind for an accompanying melody was kind of fast paced bluegrass. Maybe I will share an audio version with said accompaniment, sometime, with added verses of course.
Seems like he’s spent
most of his life on the highway
He’s part poet, part modern day gypsy
He was born to roam
he couldn’t even tell you
the last time he was home
He’s got people that love him,
people that miss him
It’s not always easy,
sometimes it’s straight up lonely
but every night he hits the stage
playing his songs
it sends a thrill through him
when he hears people sing along
In his life he’s traveled thousands of miles
If his music really touches a soul once in a while
that to him is what makes it all worthwhile
By: J.N.R Dutton