LYNYRD SKYNYRD - Ballad Of Curtis Loew lyrics

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Well, I used to wake the mornin' 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 />

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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 knees<br />

I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me<br />

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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew<br />

Well, 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 />

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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 feet, try to stay in time<br />

He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine<br />

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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew<br />

Well, 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 />

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Yes Sir<br />

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On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray<br />

Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade<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 />

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Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew<br />

I wish that you was here so everyone would know<br />

People said you were useless, them people all were fools<br />

'Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues