The Ballad Of Curtis Loew Lynyrd Skynyrd
[Intro]
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[E] [D] [A] [E]
[Verse]
Well I [E]used to wake the morning [B]before the rooster crowed
[E]Searching for soda bottles to [A]get myself some [F#]dough
[E]Brought em down to the corner, [B]down to the country store
[A]Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew[E]
[E]Old curt was a [B]black man with [A]white curly hai[E]r
[E]When he had a [B]fifth of wine he [D]did not have a car[A]e
[E]He used to own an old [B]Dobro, used to [A]play it across his [E]knee
[E]Id give old [B]Curt my money, he'd[D] play all day for [E]me[E7]
[Cborus]
[A]Play me a song Curtis [E]Loew, Curtis Loew
[A]I got your drinking money, [E]tune up your Dobro
[A]People said he was useless, them [E]people are the [F#]fools
cause [E]Curtis Loew was the [D]finest picker to [A]ever play the b[E]lues
[Bridge]
[E] [D] [A] [E]
[Verse]
[E]He looked to be [B]sixty, [A]and maybe I was [E]ten
[E]Mama used to [B]whip me but Id [D]go see him aga[A]in
[E]I'd clap my hands,[B] stomp my feets,[A] try to stay in[E] time
[E]Hed play me a [B]song or two, then [D]take another drink of [E]wine.
[Cborus]
[A]Play me a song Curtis [E]Loew, Curtis Loew
[A]I got your drinking money, [E]tune up your Dobro
[A]People said he was useless, them [E]people are the [F#]fools
cause [E]Curtis Loew was the [D]finest picker to [A]ever play the b[E]lues
[Solo]
[E] [B] [A] [E]
[E] [B] [D] [E]
[Cborus]
[A]Play me a song Curtis [E]Loew, Curtis Loew
[A]I got your drinking money, [E]tune up your Dobro
[A]People said he was useless, them [E]people are the [F#]fools
cause [E]Curtis Loew was the [D]finest picker to [A]ever play the b[E]lues
[Verse]
[E]On the day old [B]Curtis died, [A]nobody came to [E]pray
[E]Ol preacher [B]said some words, and they [D]chunked him in the clay[A]
[E]But he lived a [B]lifetime [A]playin' the black man's [E]blues
[E]And on the day he [B]lost his life, that's [D]all he had to [E]lose
[Cborus]
[A]Play me a song Curtis [E]Loew, Curtis Loew
[A]I got your drinking money, [E]tune up your Dobro
[A]People said he was useless, them [E]people are the [F#]fools
'cause [E]Curtis you're the [D]finest picker to [A]ever play the b[E]lues
[Outro]
[E] [B] [A] [E]
[E] [B] [D] [E]
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