Curtis Lowe by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Key: DD | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

Verse
        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

Verse
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
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

Verse
D               A            G            D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D             A                         G                 D
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

Chorus
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