#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94]) Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew from 'Second Helping' Intro: E D E (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 Loew. Verse: 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 Loew, Curtis Loew, 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 E 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 whup me, but I'd go see him again. I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time, He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine. Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew, Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro. People said he was useless, them people all were fools, 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues