The Ballad Of Curtis Loew (ver 4) - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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The Ballad Of Curtis Loew


[Intro]

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[Verse]

       E                        B
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E                             A               F#
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E                               B                       
Brought '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                D                 A
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 across his knee
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I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me


[Chorus]

A                     E            
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                          E              
I got your drinking money, tune up your Dobro
A                                E              F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
       E                   D                A              E    
'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues


[Bridge]

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[Verse]

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

[Chorus]

A                     E            
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                          E              
I got your drinking money, tune up your Dobro
A                                E              F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
       E                   D                A              E    
'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues


[Solo]

E  D  A

E  B  A  E
E  B  D  E
E  B  A  E
E  B  D  E
A  E  A  E
A  E  F# 

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[Verse]

E              B            A              E
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
E           B                         D                      A
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E              B        A                       E
But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E                 B                     D             E     
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose

[Chorus]

A                     E            
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                          E              
I got your drinking money, tune up your Dobro
A                                E              F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
       E                 D                A              E
'cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues

[Outro]

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