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Curtis Lowe

Lynyrd Skynyrd
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 Well I used  to wake the mornin' before  the rooster crowed
Searchin  for soda bottles to  get myself some dough
Brung  em down to the corner, down  to the country store
Cash  em in and give my money to a man named Curtis  Lowe
Ol'  Curt was a  black man with white  curly hair
When  he had a fifth  of wine he did  not have a care
He  used to own an old dobro  used to play  it 'cross his knee
I'd  give Ol' Curt  my money, he'd play  all day for  me
Play  me a song, Curtis Lowe,  hey Curtis Lowe
I  got your drinkin' money, tune  up your dobro
People  said you was useless but them people  all were fools
Cause  Curtis Lowe was the finest  picker to ever  play the blues
He  looked to be  60, maybe  I was 10
Mama  used to whoop  me but I'd go  see him again
I'd  clap my hands, stomp  my feets tryin'  to stay in time
He'd  play me song  or two then take  another drink of wine
On  the day Ol' Curtis  died nobody  came to pray
Old  preacher said  some words and they chucked  him in the clay
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 Lowe,  hey Curtis Lowe
I  wish that you was here so everyone  would know
People  said you was useless but them people  all were fools
 Cause Curtis,  you're the finest  picker to ever  play the blues
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Readable chord sheet for Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd

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Well I u[E]sed to wake the mornin' b[B]efore the rooster crowed
[E]Searchin for soda bottles t[A]o get myself some [F#]dough
[E]Brung 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] Lowe

[E]Ol' Curt was a[B] black man with w[A]hite curly [E]hair
[E]When he had a [B]fifth of wine he d[A]id not have a [E]care
[E]He used to own an old do[B]bro used to p[A]lay it 'cross his k[E]nee
[E]I'd give Ol' [B]Curt my money, he'd [A]play all day for[E] me

[A]Play me a song, Curtis L[E]owe, hey Curtis Lowe
[A]I got your drinkin' money, t[E]une up your dobro
[A]People said you was useless but them p[E]eople all were f[F#]ools
[E]Cause Curtis Lowe was the f[B]inest picker to e[A]ver play the [E]blues

[E]He looked to be[B] 60, m[A]aybe I was [E]10
[E]Mama used to w[B]hoop me but I'd [A]go see him aga[E]in
[E]I'd clap my hands, st[B]omp my feets [A]tryin' to stay in [E]time
[E]He'd play me s[B]ong or two then [A]take another drink of [E]wine

[E]On the day Ol' C[B]urtis died no[A]body came to [E]pray
[E]Old preacher s[B]aid some words and they ch[A]ucked him in the c[E]lay
[E]He lived a l[B]ifetime [A]playin' the black man's b[E]lues
[E]And on the day he lo[B]st his life that's a[A]ll he had to l[E]ose

[A]Play me a song Curtis L[E]owe, hey Curtis Lowe
[A]I wish that you was here so e[E]veryone would know
[A]People said you was useless but them p[E]eople all were f[F#]ools
Cause C[D]urtis, you're the f[B]inest picker to [A]ever play the [E]blues

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