From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94]) Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew from 'Second Helping' Intro: E D E (E) B Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,

^ESearchin' for soda bottles to ^Aget myself some ^F#dough. ^ERun 'em down to the corner, ^Bdown to the country store, ^ACash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis ^ELoew.

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^EOld Curt was a ^Bblack man with ^Awhite curly ^Ehair,

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When he had a fifth of ^Bwine he did ^Anot have a ^Ecare,

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He used to own an old ^BDobro, used to ^Aplay it 'cross his ^Eknee

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I give old Curt my ^Bmoney, he ^Aplay all day for ^Eme.

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Pl^Aay me a song, Curtis L^Eoew, Curtis L^E7oew, We^All, I got your drinkin' money, tu^Ene up your D^E7obro. Pe^Aople said he was useless, them pe^Eople all were ^F#fools, 'Cause C^Eurtis Loew was the ^Dfinest picker to ^Aever play the ^Eblues ^E ^D ^E

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. Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew, Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro. People said he was useless, them people all were fools, 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed. Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave. Well, 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 Loew, hey, Curtis Loew, I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know People said he was useless, them people all were fools, 'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.

Lynyrd Skynyrd - The ballad of curtis loew