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Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Ballad of Curtis Loew
Lyricist:Allen L Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine, he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knees I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools '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 whip me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yes Sir
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade But 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 everyone would know People said you were useless, them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
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