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The ballad of curtis loew
Lynyrd Skynyrd

LYNYRD SKYNYRD   The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
from 'Second Helping'

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       G    E
Old Curt was a black man with white cu-rly hair,
(E)                    B       D              A     G      E 
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
(E)                   B               A        G          E 
He used to own an old Do-bro, used to play it 'cross his knees
(E)                B         D                E   A
I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.

Chorus:
A                      E                  A
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
A                                E                   A
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
A                                E               F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        E                  D                A             E       E   D  A  G  E
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

verse
E               B      A         G     E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
             B                 D          A    G
Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again.
E                B               A      G       E
I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,
E           B                 D                     E
He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

Chorus:
A                      E                  A
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
A                                E                   A
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
A                                E               F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        E                  D                A             E       E   D  A  G  E
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

verse
E              B               A     G       E    
On the day ole Cur-tis died no_bod-y came to pray,__ old preacher
B                   D                       A    G
said some words and they chunked him in the clay.
E               B         A           G           E
well he lived a life-time play-in the black mans_ blues
E          B                          D             E
and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose


Chorus:
A                      E                  A
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
A                              E
I wish that you was here __ so ev-ry one would know
A                                E               F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        E                     D                A             E       E   D  A  G  E
'Cause Curtis Loew you're the finest picker to ever play the blues