Lynyrd Skynyrd – The Ballad Of Curtis Loew (Guitar Tab)

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[Verse] 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 Lowe.

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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 Lowe, Curtis Lowe, G|-11b13-13b11-|

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Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro G|-9/11-11-11/13-11b13r11-9-|

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People said he was useless, them people all were fools, G|-9~-p-6~-|
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Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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[Verse] E B A E He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten, E B A E Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again. E B A E I clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time, E B A E He d play a song or two, then take another drink of wine. [Chorus] A E E7 Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe, 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 Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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[Verse] E B A E On the day ol Curtis died, no body came to pray, E B A E the old preecher said some words, and they chucked him into clay, E B A E he lived a lifetime, playin the blackmans blues, E B A E on the day he lost his life, thats all he had 2 lose. [Chorus] A E E7 Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe, 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 Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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