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Lyrics for Ballad Of Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd:
| | | Artist: | Lynyrd Skynyrd |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Ballad Of Curtis Lowe | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 93 | | | | Lyrics: | Well i used to wake the morning
before the rooster crowed
searchin for soda bottles, to get
myself some dough
run em down to the corner
down to the country store
cash em in and
give my money to a man named curtis lowe
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 'coss his knee
I'd give old curt my money and he'd play all day for
me
Chorus:
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
I got your drinkin
money,
tune up your dobro,
people said he was useless, them people all were
fools,
'cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be
sixty, and maybe i was 10
Mama used to whoop me, but i'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands
and stomp my feet just tryin to stay in time
he'd play me a song or two then take another drink
a wine
Chorus
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
old preacher said
some words and they chunked him in the clay
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
Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
people said he was
useless, them people all were fools
'cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the
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