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Lynard Skynard - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew (Chord)
Submitter: g0rdog (14) on 2/12/11
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Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Lynard Skynard

        E                          B
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
 E                             A               F#7
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
  E                                 B                       
Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store
 A                                                  A7
Cash em in and give my money to a man named curtis loew



 E              B              A           E
Old curt was a black man with white curly hair
E              B                A               E
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
 E           B                   A                E  E7
Id give old curt my money, he'd play all day for me



(chorus)
A                      E            E7
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
A                           E              E7
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A                                 E              E7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
       E                   A                D              A    A7
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues



E                B      A               E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E             B             A             E
Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
E                  B               A              E  
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E               B
He'd play me a song or two
      A                     E    E7
Then take another drink of wine.

Chorus

E               B              A             E
On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
E            B                          A                  E
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E               B         A                     E
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
E                  B                    A             E    E7 
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose



A                      E                E7
Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
A                           E               E7
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                                 E               E7
People said he was useless, them people all were fools
       E                 D               A     A7        E
cause curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
 
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