LYNYRD SKYNYRD - Curtis Lowe lyrics
rate meWell, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed<br />
Searchin' 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 Lowe<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 'cross his knee<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 Lowe, Curtis Lowe<br />
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro<br />
People said he was useless, them people all were fools<br />
'Cause Curtis Lowe 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 warn me but I'd go see him again<br />
I'd clap my hands, and 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 Lowe, Curtis Lowe<br />
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro<br />
People said he was useless, them people all were fools<br />
'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues<br />
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On the day Old Curtis died, nobody came to pray<br />
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay<br />
Well, 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 do<br />
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Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe<br />
I wish that you was here so everyone would know<br />
People said he was useless, them people all were fools<br />
'Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
