Chords for Lynard Skynard- Ballad of curtis Loew
Tempo:
73.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] Searching for soda bottles [A] to get myself [F#] some dough.
[E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[F#] [A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.
[F#] [E]
Oh, [B] Curtis was a black [A] man with white [E] curly hair.
When he had a [B] fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used to own an [B] old tow truck, [A] used to play across [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play all [E] day.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dojo.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[E] He looked [B] to be sixty, [A] and maybe [E] I was ten.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my [A] feet, try to [E] spend time.
He'd [B] play me a song, too, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dobro.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[A] [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [F#] [E]
[D] [A] [E] On the [B] day old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
A [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they choked him [A] in the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black-fetched blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [E]
[D] [A]
[E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] Searching for soda bottles [A] to get myself [F#] some dough.
[E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[F#] [A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.
[F#] [E]
Oh, [B] Curtis was a black [A] man with white [E] curly hair.
When he had a [B] fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used to own an [B] old tow truck, [A] used to play across [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play all [E] day.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dojo.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[E] He looked [B] to be sixty, [A] and maybe [E] I was ten.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my [A] feet, try to [E] spend time.
He'd [B] play me a song, too, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dobro.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[A] [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [F#] [E]
[D] [A] [E] On the [B] day old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
A [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they choked him [A] in the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black-fetched blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [E]
[D] [A]
[E]
Key:
E
A
B
D
F#
E
A
B
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] _ Searching for soda bottles [A] to get myself [F#] some dough.
_ [E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[F#] [A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.
[F#] _ [E]
Oh, [B] Curtis was a black [A] man with white [E] curly hair.
When he had a [B] fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used to own an [B] old tow truck, [A] used to play across [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play all [E] day. _
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dojo. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He looked [B] to be sixty, [A] and maybe [E] I was ten.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my [A] feet, try to [E] spend time.
He'd [B] play me a song, too, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dobro.
_ [A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
_ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ On the [B] day old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
A [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they choked him [A] in the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black-fetched blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] _ fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, I used to wake the morning [B] for the rooster crow.
[E] _ Searching for soda bottles [A] to get myself [F#] some dough.
_ [E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[F#] [A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.
[F#] _ [E]
Oh, [B] Curtis was a black [A] man with white [E] curly hair.
When he had a [B] fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used to own an [B] old tow truck, [A] used to play across [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play all [E] day. _
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dojo. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He looked [B] to be sixty, [A] and maybe [E] I was ten.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap my [B] hands, stomp my [A] feet, try to [E] spend time.
He'd [B] play me a song, too, [D] then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dobro.
_ [A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
_ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ On the [B] day old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
A [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they choked him [A] in the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black-fetched blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] _ fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _