The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
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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
#from 'Second Helping'
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#Intro: E D E
E B
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
E A F#
Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
E B
Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,
A E
Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.
Verse:
E B A E
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,
E B A E
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
E B A E
He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee
E B A E
I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.
Chorus:
A E E7
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
A E E7
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
E D A E E
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the 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