However, since she’d been a vocal major, in fact she couldn’t play piano or organ either, but that didn’t slow her down. She got a three-ring binder, and wrote in the lyrics, and above the lyrics she wrote the chord symbols such as “C”, “D7″, and “G”. Then, she’d strum her autoharp and lead the choir, singing sweetly together.
About that time, two brothers who were truck drivers started attending the church, and in a rural church, since it’s the custom for everybody to pitch in, it soon developed that they were standing behind R.J.’s mom with their two guitars.
She’d start playing the next song, and they would listen for a measure or two, and then they would follow along. And follow along they could, quite well.
One day, she saw them huddled around her three-ring binder, and she overheard their discussion.
“What are those letters written above the words?” asked one of the truckers. His brother gaped at him.
“What’s wrong with you?”, his brother replied, “Can’t you read music?”
