The Ballad Of Curtis Loew Chords by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Tempo:
73.575 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[D] [E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] Searching for soda [A] bottles to get myself [F#] 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 named [C#] Curtis Lowe.
[G] [E] Old Curt [B] was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old double, [A] used to play [G] across his [E] knee.
I do, [B] old Curt, my money, [D] he'd play [E] all day for me.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
[A] People say it was [E] useless, them people all were [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E] [G]
[E] He looked [B] to be 60, [A] [G] and maybe I [E] was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] [B] And stomp my [A] feet, try [Gm] to [E] stand tight.
He'd play [B] me a song or two, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [A]
[E] Yes, sir.
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[E] [B] [D]
[E] [B] [A]
[E] [B] [D]
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[F#] [E] [G] [A]
[Am] [E] [B] [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.
On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [G] [E] came to pray.
Old preacher [B] said some words, [D] and that chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Well, play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
I [A] wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] Yeah.
[E] [D] [A] [E]
[D] [E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] Searching for soda [A] bottles to get myself [F#] 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 named [C#] Curtis Lowe.
[G] [E] Old Curt [B] was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old double, [A] used to play [G] across his [E] knee.
I do, [B] old Curt, my money, [D] he'd play [E] all day for me.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
[A] People say it was [E] useless, them people all were [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E] [G]
[E] He looked [B] to be 60, [A] [G] and maybe I [E] was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] [B] And stomp my [A] feet, try [Gm] to [E] stand tight.
He'd play [B] me a song or two, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [A]
[E] Yes, sir.
[B] [A]
[E] [B] [D]
[E] [B] [A]
[E] [B] [D]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#] [E] [G] [A]
[Am] [E] [B] [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.
On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [G] [E] came to pray.
Old preacher [B] said some words, [D] and that chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Well, play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
I [A] wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] Yeah.
[E] [D] [A] [E]
Key:
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Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] _ Searching for soda [A] bottles to get myself [F#] 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 named [C#] Curtis Lowe.
[G] _ [E] Old Curt [B] was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old double, [A] used to play [G] across his [E] knee.
I do, [B] old Curt, my money, [D] he'd play [E] all day for me.
_ [A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
_ [A] People say it was [E] useless, them people all were [F#] fools. _
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _
[E] He looked [B] to be 60, [A] [G] and maybe I [E] was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] _ [B] And stomp my [A] feet, try [Gm] to [E] stand tight.
He'd play [B] me a song or two, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Yes, sir.
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_ [Am] _ [E] _ [B] _ [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.
On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [G] [E] came to pray.
_ Old preacher [B] said some words, [D] and that chunked him [A] into clay.
_ [E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Well, play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
I [A] wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
_ _ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues. _
[D] Yeah.
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] _ Searching for soda [A] bottles to get myself [F#] 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 named [C#] Curtis Lowe.
[G] _ [E] Old Curt [B] was a black [A] man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old double, [A] used to play [G] across his [E] knee.
I do, [B] old Curt, my money, [D] he'd play [E] all day for me.
_ [A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh.
_ [A] People say it was [E] useless, them people all were [F#] fools. _
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _
[E] He looked [B] to be 60, [A] [G] and maybe I [E] was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] _ [B] And stomp my [A] feet, try [Gm] to [E] stand tight.
He'd play [B] me a song or two, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dope, oh. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[E] Yes, sir.
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[F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [Am] _ [E] _ [B] _ [E] Oh, Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues.
On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [G] [E] came to pray.
_ Old preacher [B] said some words, [D] and that chunked him [A] into clay.
_ [E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime [G] playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Well, play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
I [A] wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people all [F#] were fools.
_ _ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues. _
[D] Yeah.
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