BEAG O'BONES

He had all the skills that one man could handle
But was always involved in some sort of scandal

He always kept one beat ahead of the law
The luckiest hustler that you ever saw

He played on the down low. No one knew his name
If you got mixed up with him, you were to blame

Wherever he went he left trouble and strife
Till one night in an alley, someone took his life

He was beatin’ the skins in a juke joint called Rick’s
Then after the gig, was impaled by his sticks.

Although the whole city did sure miss his drummin’
Nobody felt sorry, ‘cause he had it comin’!