Chords for Lynard Skynard - The balled of curtis lowe
Tempo:
73.25 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] before the rooster crowed,
searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis [F#] Lowe.
[E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair.
When he had [B] a fiddler of wine, [D] he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to own [B] an old dope row, [A] used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] his knee.
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A]
People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all fooled.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D]
[E] He [B] looked to be 60, [A] and maybe [E] I was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap [B] my hands, stomp my [A] feet, try [E] to stay in time.
[B] He'd play me a song, [D] too, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fooled.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A]
[F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B]
[E] [D]
[E] [B] [A]
[E] [B] [D]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#] [E] [D]
[A] [E] On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fooled.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E]
[D]
[E]
Well, I used to wake the morning [B] before the rooster crowed,
searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis [F#] Lowe.
[E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair.
When he had [B] a fiddler of wine, [D] he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to own [B] an old dope row, [A] used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] his knee.
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A]
People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all fooled.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D]
[E] He [B] looked to be 60, [A] and maybe [E] I was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap [B] my hands, stomp my [A] feet, try [E] to stay in time.
[B] He'd play me a song, [D] too, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fooled.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A]
[F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B]
[E] [D]
[E] [B] [A]
[E] [B] [D]
[E] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[F#] [E] [D]
[A] [E] On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fooled.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E]
[D]
[E]
Key:
E
A
D
B
F#
E
A
D
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Well, I used to wake the morning [B] before the rooster crowed,
_ searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] _ Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis [F#] Lowe.
_ [E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair.
When he had [B] a fiddler of wine, [D] he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to own [B] an old dope row, [A] used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] his knee.
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A]
People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all fooled.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] He [B] looked to be 60, [A] and maybe [E] I was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap [B] my hands, stomp my [A] feet, try [E] to stay in time.
_ [B] He'd play me a song, [D] too, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fooled.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fooled.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I used to wake the morning [B] before the rooster crowed,
_ searching for soda [A] bottles to get [F#] myself some dough.
[E] _ Run them down to the corner, [B] down to the country store.
[A] Cash them in and give my money to a man named Curtis [F#] Lowe.
_ [E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair.
When he had [B] a fiddler of wine, [D] he did not [A] have a care.
[E]
He used to own [B] an old dope row, [A] used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] his knee.
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A]
Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A]
People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all fooled.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] He [B] looked to be 60, [A] and maybe [E] I was 10.
Mama [B] used to woo me, [D] but I'd go see [A] him again.
[E] I'd clap [B] my hands, stomp my [A] feet, try [E] to stay in time.
_ [B] He'd play me a song, [D] too, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dope row.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fooled.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] _ _ [A] _
_ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [D] _
_ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] On the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing the [E] black man's blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fooled.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues. _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _