When I look down the neck,
And those things at the end of the neck are my fingertips...all six of them.
And I see nothing but a sound of bliss,
The notes flow.
When a child looks up to me,
When dad looks down to me.
A more confused road, I'll never see.
That's what I am talking about.
This is what I live for,
What I was made for, my reason.
God bless, but what I can play,
Is God speaking to, through me.
Damn, That's What I'm Talking About.
Amen
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