Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew, аккорды

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From: [email protected] (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94])
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LYNYRD SKYNYRD   The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
from 'Second Helping'

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Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
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Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
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Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,
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Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.

Verse:
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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,
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When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
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He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee
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I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.

Chorus:
  
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Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
  
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Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
  
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        
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'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