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Current version of Lynyrd Skynyrd Lyrics The Ballad of Curtis Loew (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lynyrd-skynyrd/ballad-of-curtis-l...) Current version of the lyrics |
Version 2 of Lynyrd Skynyrd Lyrics The Ballad of Curtis Loew (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lynyrd-skynyrd/ballad-of-curtis-l...) Version 2 of the lyrics | ||||||||||||
| 1 | Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed | (Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant) | 1 | ||||||||||
| 2 | Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough | Well, I used to wake the mornin' | 2 | ||||||||||
| 3 | Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store | Before the rooster crowed | 3 | ||||||||||
| 4 | Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew | Searchin' for soda bottles | 4 | ||||||||||
| 5 | To get myself some dough | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair | Brought 'em down to the corner | 6 | ||||||||||
| 7 | When he had a fifth of wine, he did not have a care | Down to the country store | 7 | ||||||||||
| 8 | He used to own an old Dobro, used to play across his knee | Cash 'em in, and give my money | 8 | ||||||||||
| 9 | I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me | To a man named Curtis Loew | 9 | ||||||||||
| 10 | Old Curt was a black man | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew | With white curly hair | 11 | ||||||||||
| 12 | Well, I got your drink and money, tune up your Dobro | When he had a fifth of wine | 12 | ||||||||||
| 13 | People said he was useless, then people are the fools | He did not have a care | 13 | ||||||||||
| 14 | 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues | He used to own an old Dobro | 14 | ||||||||||
| 15 | Used to play it 'cross his knee | 15 | |||||||||||
| 16 | He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten | I'd give old Curt my money | 16 | ||||||||||
| 17 | Mama used to whip me, but I'd go see him again | He'd play all day for me | 17 | ||||||||||
| 18 | I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time | chorus: | 18 | ||||||||||
| 19 | He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine | Play me a song | 19 | ||||||||||
| 20 | Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew | 20 | |||||||||||
| 21 | Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew | Well, I got your drinkin' money | 21 | ||||||||||
| 22 | Well, I got your drink and money, tune up your Dobro | Tune up your Dobro | 22 | ||||||||||
| 23 | People said he was useless, then people are the fools | People said he was useless | 23 | ||||||||||
| 24 | 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues | Them people all were fools | 24 | ||||||||||
| 25 | Yes sir | 'Cause Curtis Loew was | 25 | ||||||||||
| 26 | the finest picker | 26 | |||||||||||
| 27 | On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray | To ever play the blues | 27 | ||||||||||
| 28 | Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade | He looked to be sixty | 28 | ||||||||||
| 29 | But he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues | And maybe I was ten | 29 | ||||||||||
| 30 | And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose | Mama used to whoop me | 30 | ||||||||||
| 31 | But I'd go see him again | 31 | |||||||||||
| 32 | Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew | I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet | 32 | ||||||||||
| 33 | I wish that you was here so everyone would know | Try to stay in time | 33 | ||||||||||
| 34 | People said he was useless, then people all are fools | He'd play me a song or two | 34 | ||||||||||
| 'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues | Then take another drink of wine | ||||||||||||
| 1 | chorus | 1 | |||||||||||
| 2 | Yes, sir | 2 | |||||||||||
| 3 | On the day old Curtis died | 3 | |||||||||||
| 4 | Nobody came to pray | 4 | |||||||||||
| 5 | Ol' preacher said some words | 5 | |||||||||||
| 6 | And they chunked him in the clay | 6 | |||||||||||
| 7 | Well, he lived a lifetime | 7 | |||||||||||
| 8 | Playin' the black man's blues | 8 | |||||||||||
| 9 | And on the day he lost his life | 9 | |||||||||||
| 10 | That's all he had to lose | 10 | |||||||||||
| 11 | Play me a song | 11 | |||||||||||
| 12 | Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew | 12 | |||||||||||
| 13 | I wish that you was here so | 13 | |||||||||||
| 14 | Everyone would know | 14 | |||||||||||
| 15 | People said he was useless | 15 | |||||||||||
| 16 | Them people all were fools | 16 | |||||||||||
| 17 | 'Cause Curtis you're | 17 | |||||||||||
| 18 | the finest picker | 18 | |||||||||||
| 19 | To ever play the blues | 19 | |||||||||||
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