Lynyrd Skynyrd

Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe lyrics

well I used to wake the mornin

befor the rooster crowed

searchin for soda bottles to get my self 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 Lowe

old Curt was a black man with white curly hair

when he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care

he used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee

I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me

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play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe

well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro

people said he was useless them people all were fools

cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

he looked to be 60 maybe I was 10

momma used to whoop me

but I'd go see him again

I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in time

well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine

(chours)

play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe

well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro

people said he was useless but them people all were fools

cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

on the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray

old preacher said some words

they chucked him in the clay

well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues

and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose

(chours)

play me a song Curtie Lowe Curtis Lowe

I wish that you was here so everyone would know

people said he was useless but them people all were fools

cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues

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