INTRO:^{E D E} VERSE 1 Well, I ^Eused to wake in the mornin b^Before the rooster crowed, ^ESearchin for soda bottles to g^Aet myself some d^F#ough, ^ERun em down to the corner, d^Bown to the country store, ^A Cash `em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis L^Eoew,

VERSE 2

^EOld Curt was a ^Bblack man with ^Awhite curly ^Ehair, ^EWhen he had a fifth of ^Bwine he did ^Anot have a ^Ecare, ^EHe used to own an old ^BDobro, used to ^Aplay it across his ^Eknee, ^EI give old Curt my ^Bmoney, he ^Aplay all day for ^Eme,

CHORUS:

Pl^Aay me a song, Curtis L^Eoew, Curtis L^E7oew, We^All, I got your drinkin` money, tun^Ee up your Do^E7bro. Pe^Aople said he was useless, them pe^Eople all were ^F#fools, Cause Cu^Ertis Loew was the f^Dinest picker to e^Aver play the blu^EesE,^D ^E

VERSE 3 He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten, Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again, I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time, He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine, CHORUS:

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Ballad Of Curtis Lowe