Good quality and true to size. An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's sonHis hands were meant for different workAnd his heart was known to noneHe left his home and went his lone and solitary wayAnd he gave to me a gift I know I never can repayA quiet man of music denied a simpler fateHe tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't waitHe earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet handHis gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understandThe leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing oldBut his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soulMy life has been a poor attempt to imitate the manI'm just a living legacy to the leader of the bandMy brother's lives were different for they heard another callOne went to Chicago and the other to St PaulAnd I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotelLiving out this life I've chose and come to know so wellI thank you for the music and your stories of the road.