The Ballad of Curtis Loew - Lynyrd Skynyrd

 
E D A E
  E B
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
E A F#7
Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E B
Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
A E (C#)(B)(G#)
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew 
 
E B A (A)(G) E
 Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
E B D  A (G)
 When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
E B A (A) (G) E
 He used to own an old dobro, used to play it cross his knee
E B  D E E7
 I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me
 
[CHORUS]
A E
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A E
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
A E F#7
People said he was useless, them people all were fools
 E D  A E  E D D E
Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
 
 
 He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
 Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again
 I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
 He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink a wine
 
 (verse, chorus, intro)
 
 On the day ol' Curtis died, nobody came to pray
 Old preacher said some words, and they chucked 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

(chorus)