Lynyrd Skynyrd - Curtis Lowe Chords & Tabs

 

Curtis Lowe Chords & Tabs

Lynyrd Skynyrd Chords & Tabs

Version: 3 Type: Chords

Curtis Lowe Chords

   
this is what i believe to be the sound

INTRO
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        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
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
A                                                 E
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

E             B                A          E
Ol' 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'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me

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Chorus
A                       E
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                           E
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
A                                     E               F#
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
E                          B                A            E
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues


E              B     A          E
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
E             B               A             E
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
E                    B            A                 E
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
E             B               A                     E
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus

E               B            A            E
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
E             B                         A                 E
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
E           B       A                        E
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E                   B                   A             E
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

A                      E
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                            E
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                                     E               F#
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
       D                  B               A             E
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues


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