Tablature the ballad of curtis loew - Lynyrd Skynyrd

          



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  From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94])

  Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb

  

  LYNYRD SKYNYRD   The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

  from 'Second Helping'

  

  Intro:   E    D    E

          (E)                      B       

  Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,

  E                             A               F#

  Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.

  E                           B       

  Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,

  A                                                    E

  Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.

  

  Verse:

  E              B              A           E

  Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,

  (E)                    B           A          E 

  When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,

  (E)                   B              A                  E 

  He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee

  (E)                B         A                E

  I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.

  

  Chorus:

    A                     E            E7 

  Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,

    A                                E           E7

  Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.

    A                                E             F#

  People said he was useless, them people all were fools,

          E                  D                A             E       E   D   E

  'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

  

  He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,

  Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again.

  I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,

  He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

  

  Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,

  Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.

  People said he was useless, them people all were fools,

  'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

  

  <solo: key C#m / {verse}&{chorus}

  

  On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.

  Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.

  Well, he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues

  And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose.

  

  Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew,

  I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know

  People said he was useless, them people all were fools,

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

   


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 The ballad of curtis loew, de Lynyrd skynyrd 

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