Song Information for The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Song Title:The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Artist:Lynyrd Skynyrd
Hits:10
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 #From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL (93-94))
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 #LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
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 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.
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 [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.
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 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[E][D][E]
 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
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 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.