• Song:

    Curtis Lowe

  • Artist:

    Lynyrd Skynyrd

        D (xx0232@1)                        AWell (x02220@1)I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D (xx0232@1)                         G (320003@1)               ESearchin (022100@1)for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D (xx0232@1)                          ABrung (x02220@1)em down to the corner, down to the country store
G (320003@1)                                               DCash (xx0232@1)em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)              G (320003@1)        DOl' (xx0232@1)Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)               G (320003@1)           DWhen (xx0232@1)he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D (xx0232@1)                     A (x02220@1)          G (320003@1)                DHe (xx0232@1)used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)                 G (320003@1)             DI'd (xx0232@1)give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me 


Chorus
G (320003@1)                     DPlay (xx0232@1)me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G (320003@1)                         DI (xx0232@1)got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G (320003@1)                                   D (xx0232@1)             EPeople (022100@1)said you was useless but them people all were fools
D (xx0232@1)                        A (x02220@1)              G (320003@1)          DCause (xx0232@1)Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues


D (xx0232@1)            A (x02220@1)   G (320003@1)        DHe (xx0232@1)looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)             G (320003@1)           DMama (xx0232@1)used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
D (xx0232@1)                  A (x02220@1)          G (320003@1)               DI'd (xx0232@1)clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)             G (320003@1)                   DHe'd (xx0232@1)play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus

D (xx0232@1)             A (x02220@1)          G (320003@1)          DOn (xx0232@1)the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D (xx0232@1)           A (x02220@1)                       G (320003@1)               DOld (xx0232@1)preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D (xx0232@1)         A (x02220@1)     G (320003@1)                      DHe (xx0232@1)lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D (xx0232@1)                 A (x02220@1)                 G (320003@1)           D (xx0232@1)    
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

G (320003@1)                    DPlay (xx0232@1)me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G (320003@1)                          DI (xx0232@1)wish that you was here so everyone would know
G (320003@1)                                   D (xx0232@1)             EPeople (022100@1)said you was useless but them people all were fools
       D (xx0232@1)                A (x02220@1)             G (320003@1)           DCause (xx0232@1)Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues

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