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ballad of curtis lowe Lynyrd Skynyrd
Intro - E - D - E
Well, I [E]used to wake the mornin b[B]efore the rooster crowed,
[E]Searchin for soda bottles to g[A]et myself some d[F#]ough,
[E]Run em down to the corner, d[B]own to the country store,
[A] Cash em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis L[E]oew,
(verse 2)
[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 [D]not have a [A]care,
[E]He used to own an old [B]Dobro, used to [A]play it across his [E]knee,
[E]I give old Curt my [B]money, he [D]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, tun[E]e up your Do[E7]bro.
Pe[A]ople said he was useless, them pe[E]ople all were [F#]fools,
Cause Cu[E]rtis Loew was the f[D]inest picker to e[A]ver play the blu[E]es[-],[D] [-] [E]
(verse 3)
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,
(chorus)
Pl[A]ay me a song, Curtis L[E]oew, Curtis L[E7]oew,
We[A]ll, I got your drinkin money, tun[E]e up your Do[E7]bro.
Pe[A]ople said he was useless, them pe[E]ople all were [F#]fools,
Cause Cu[E]rtis Loew was the f[D]inest picker to e[A]ver play the blu[E]es[-],[D] [-] [E]
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Myusollo (report)
If you want to punch up the intro and the other E-D-E parts, you can play E-D-CGE
jasko (report)
I remember this additional verse:
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray.
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay.
He spent a whole lifetime playin' the black man's blues.
And on the day he lost his life, well that's all he had to lose.
(chorus)