Curtis Lowe chords by Lynyrd Skynyrd

D             A
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D              G         E
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D              A
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
G                         D
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

D       A        G     D
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D       A         G       D
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D            A      G         D
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D       A          G        D
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me

Chorus
G            D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G              D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G                   D        E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D             A        G      D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues


D       A   G     D
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D       A        G       D
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
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I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D       A        G           D
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus

D        A      G      D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
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Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D      A    G            D
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D          A          G       D
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

G           D
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G              D
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
G                   D        E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
    D         A        G       D
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues