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Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Ballad Of Curtis Low
Lyricist:Allen L Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
Well I used to wake the mornin', before the rooster crowed Searchin' for soda bottles to get my self some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own and old Dobro used to play across his knee I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe Well I got your drinkin' money tune up your Dobro People said he was useless, them people all were fools 'Cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be 60 maybe I was 10 Momma used to whoop me but I'd go see him again Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin' to keep in time Well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe Well I got your drinkin' money tune up your Dobro People said he was useless, but them people all were fools 'Cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray Old preacher said some words they chucked him in the clay Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black mans blues And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said he was useless, but them people all were fools 'Cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues
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