Diamonds in the Rough
A Short bio... 'Always Tell the Truth' (And Never Hurt Anyone' C 2004 John M. Maddock Words and mucic. My dad was a drummer in ramblin' bands Beatin' out a livin' by the rhythm in his hands. He burn't skin on red-hot licks, 'Wound 'round a pair of hick'ry sticks! My dad said, 'Son, always tell the truth and never hurt anyone.' 'Black piano player duo'd with my dad Back when 'Black'n White' was 'bad'! Hearts full with music have no room for lies. My dad and 'Billy' cleard so many colored eyes! He said, 'Always tell the truth - and never hurt anyone. Love your heart out! Have some fun! Walk YOUR walk, no need to run... We'e all going to get there, son. Always tell the truth - and never hurt anyone.' My dad was no angel but I can tell you this: I learned love from his hugs and kiss. Dads leave foot-prints on the ground. His children follow them around. The band on the alter played his favorite song As swing-low chariots came to carry him home. When we closed his coffin to the music of the band, We placed those worn-out hickry' sticks inside his folded hands. When the saints go marchin' in. When the saints go marchin' in. My dad will be in their number, 'cause their ain't no drummer who was good or bad as my dad!