LYNYRD SKYNYRD - The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe lyrics

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well I used to wake the mornin<br />

befor the rooster crowed<br />

searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough<br />

brought 'em down to the corner<br />

down to the country store<br />

cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe<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 across his knee<br />

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

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(chours)<br />

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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well he looked to be 60, maybe I was 10<br />

momma used to whoop me<br />

but I'd go see him again<br />

I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to stay in time<br />

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

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(chours)<br />

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 but 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<br />

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 lose<br />

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(chours)<br />

play me a song Curtis Lowe, yeah Curtis Lowe<br />

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

people said you was useless but them people all were fools<br />

cuz Curtis your the finest picker to ever play the blues