The ballad of curtis loew  Lynyrd Skynyrd

##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb#LYNYRD SKYNYRD   The Ballad Of Curtis Loew#Well, I [E]used to wake the mornin' [B]before the rooster crowed,


[E]Searchin' for soda bottles to [A]get myself some [F#]dough.


[E]Run 'em down to the corner, [B]down to the country store,


[A]Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis [E]Loew.


Verse:


[E]Old Curt was a [B]black man with [A]white curly [E]hair,


[E]When he had a fifth of [B]wine he did [A]not have a [E]care,


[E]He used to own an old [B]Dobro, used to [A]play it 'cross his [E]knee


[E]I give old Curt my [B]money, he [A]play all day for [E]me.


Chorus:


Pl[A]ay me a song, Curtis L[E]oew, Curtis L[E7]oew,


We[A]ll, I got your drinkin' money, tu[E]ne up your D[E7]obro.


Pe[A]ople said he was useless, them pe[E]ople all were [F#]fools,


'Cause C[E]urtis Loew was the [D]finest picker to [A]ever play the [E]blues


He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,


Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again.


I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,


He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.


Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,


Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.


People said he was useless, them people all were fools,


'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues


On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.


Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.


Well, he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues


And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose.


Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew,


I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know


People said he was useless, them people all were fools,


'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.