Chords for The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Tempo:
73.5 bpm
Chords used:

E

A

B

D

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Ballad Of Curtis Loew chords
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[E] [D] [A] [E]
Well, I used to wake up in the morning [B] for the rooster crow,
[E] searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store,
[A] cash them in and give my money to a man [E] named [G] Curtis Lowe.
[E]
[B] Well, Curtis was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair,
when he [B] had a fifth of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to [B] own an old dog, [A] bro, used [G] to play [E] across his knees.
[B] I'd give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play [E] off to me,
[A]
play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis [Em] Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your donko.
[A]
People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] He [E]
[E] [B] looked to be [A] 60, and [E] maybe I was 10.
[B] Mama used to woo [D] me, but I'd go [A] see him again.
[G] [E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my feet, [A] try [E] to stay in time.
He'd play [B] me a [D] song or two, then take [E] another drink of wine.
[A] Play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your donko.
[A] People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A]
[Em] [B] Yes, sir.
[E] [B]
[A] [G] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [B] [Em]
[A] [E] [B] [Em]
[D] [E] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#] [F#] [E]
[G] [A] [E] [B] [E] [B] On the day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
[B] Old preacher said [D] some words, and that chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, [B] he lived that [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the day [B] he lost [D] his life, that's [E] all he had to do.
[A] Play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you [E] would say so, everyone would know.
[A] People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
[E]
Curtis, [D] you're the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [A]
[E]
Key:  
E
2311
A
1231
B
12341112
D
1321
G
2131
E
2311
A
1231
B
12341112
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[E] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ Well, I used to wake up in the morning [B] for the rooster crow,
[E] searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] _ Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store,
[A] cash them in and give my money to a man [E] named [G] Curtis Lowe.
[E] _
[B] Well, Curtis was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair,
when he [B] had a fifth of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to [B] own an old dog, [A] bro, used [G] to play [E] across his knees.
[B] I'd give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play [E] off to me,
[A] _
play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis [Em] Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your donko.
[A] _
People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] He _ _ [E] _
_ [E] _ [B] looked to be [A] 60, and [E] maybe I was 10.
[B] Mama used to woo [D] me, but I'd go [A] see him again.
[G] _ [E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my feet, [A] try [E] to stay in time.
He'd play [B] me a [D] song or two, then take [E] another drink of wine.
[A] Play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your donko.
[A] _ People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ [A] _
_ _ [Em] [B] Yes, sir.
[E] _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _
[A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#] _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[G] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [E] _ [B] On the day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
_ [B] Old preacher said [D] some words, and that chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, [B] he lived that [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the day [B] he lost [D] his life, that's [E] all he had to do.
[A] Play me a [E] song, Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] I wish that you [E] would say so, everyone would know.
[A] _ People say it was [E] useless, them people [F#] are fools.
_ _ [E]
Curtis, [D] you're the [A] finest picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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