Curtis Lowe

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Chords and lyrics for Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd

 
Well I u
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sed to wake the mornin’ bef
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ore the rooster crowed
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Searchin for soda bottles to
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get myself some d
E 
ough
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Brung em down to the corner,  
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down to the country store
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Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis
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Lowe
 
D 
Ol’ Curt was a
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black man with w
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hite curly  
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hair
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When he had a  
A 
fifth of wine he d
G 
id not have a  
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care
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He used to own an old do
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bro used to p
G 
lay it ‘cross his k
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nee
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I’d give Ol’ C
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urt my money, he’d p
G 
lay all day for  
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me
 
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Play me a song, Curtis L
D 
owe, hey Curtis Lowe
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I got your drinkin’ money, t
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une up your dobro
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People said you was useless but them p
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eople all were f
E 
ools
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Cause Curtis Lowe was the f
A 
inest picker to e
G 
ver play the  
D 
blues
 
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He looked to be
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60, 
 
m
G 
aybe I was  
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10
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Mama used to w
A 
hoop me but I’d  
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go see him aga
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in
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I’d clap my hands, st
A 
omp my feets  
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tryin’ to stay in  
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time
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He’d play me s
A 
ong or two then  
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take another drink of  
D 
wine
 
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On the day Ol’ C
A 
urtis died no
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body came to  
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pray
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Old preacher s
A 
aid some words and they ch
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ucked him in the c
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lay
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He lived a l
A 
ifetime 
 
 
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playin’ the black man’s b
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lues
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And on the day he lo
A 
st his life that’s a
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ll he had to l
D 
ose
 
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Play me a song Curtis L
D 
owe, hey Curtis Lowe
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I wish that you was here so e
D 
veryone would know
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People said you was useless but them p
D 
eople all were f
E 
ools
 
Cause C
D 
urtis, you’re the f
A 
inest picker to  
G 
ever play the  
D 
blues

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