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The Ballad of Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash em in and give my money to a man named curtis loew
Old 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 across his knee
Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me
(chorus)
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
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 whip me but Id go see him again
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
Hed play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine.
Chorus
Yes sir
On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose
Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues
