Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew lyrics

(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)<br><br>Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed<br>Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough<br>Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store<br>Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named curtis loew<br><br>Old curt was a black man with white curly hair<br>When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care<br>He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee<br>I'd give old curt my money, he'd play all day for me<br><br>(chorus)<br>Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew<br>I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro<br>People said he was useless, them people are the fools<br>'cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues<br><br>He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten<br>Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again<br>I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time<br>He'd play me a song or two<br>Then take another drink of wine.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Yes sir<br><br>On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray<br>Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay<br>But he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues<br>And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose<br><br>Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew<br>I wish that you was here so everyone would know<br>People said he was useless, them people all are fools<br>'cause curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues