Chords for Lynyrd Skynyrd Ballad Of Curtis Loew Lyrics
Tempo:
73.35 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[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] Well, Curtis was [B] a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair,
When he had [B] a fizz of [D] wine he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used to own [B] an Ottobro, used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] to me,
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
[A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D]
[E] He [B] looked to be sixty, [A] maybe [E] I was ten.
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 to [E] stay in time.
He'd [B] play me a song or [D] two, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
[A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A] [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B] [A] [E]
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[B] [A] [E]
[B] [D] [E] [A]
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[E] [D] [A] On [E] the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody came [E] to pray.
[B] Preacher said some [D] words and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] He [B] lived a lifetime [A] playing the [E] private blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say you were useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E] [D]
[E]
[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] Well, Curtis was [B] a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair,
When he had [B] a fizz of [D] wine he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used to own [B] an Ottobro, used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] to me,
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
[A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D]
[E] He [B] looked to be sixty, [A] maybe [E] I was ten.
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 to [E] stay in time.
He'd [B] play me a song or [D] two, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
[A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A] [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
[B] [A] [E]
[D] [E]
[B] [A] [E]
[B] [D] [E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [F#]
[E] [D] [A] On [E] the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody came [E] to pray.
[B] Preacher said some [D] words and they chunked him [A] into clay.
[E] He [B] lived a lifetime [A] playing the [E] private blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say you were useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D] [E] [D]
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Key:
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[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] Well, Curtis was [B] a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair,
When he had [B] a fizz of [D] wine he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used to own [B] an Ottobro, used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] to me,
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] He [B] looked to be sixty, [A] maybe [E] I was ten.
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 to [E] stay in time.
He'd [B] play me a song or [D] two, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues. _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ On _ [E] the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody came [E] to pray.
_ [B] Preacher said some [D] words and they chunked him [A] into clay.
_ [E] He [B] lived a lifetime [A] playing the [E] private blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say you were useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
_ _ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
[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] Well, Curtis was [B] a black man [A] with white curly [E] hair,
When he had [B] a fizz of [D] wine he did not [A] have a care.
[E] He used to own [B] an Ottobro, used to play [E] across his knee.
I'd [B] give old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] to me,
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] He [B] looked to be sixty, [A] maybe [E] I was ten.
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 to [E] stay in time.
He'd [B] play me a song or [D] two, then take another [E] drink of wine.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drink and [E] money, tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say he was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
Oh, _ [E] Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues. _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] Yes, [E] sir.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ On _ [E] the day [B] old Curtis died, [A] nobody came [E] to pray.
_ [B] Preacher said some [D] words and they chunked him [A] into clay.
_ [E] He [B] lived a lifetime [A] playing the [E] private blues.
And on the [B] day he lost his [D] life, that's all he [E] had to lose.
[A] He'd play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
_ [A] I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know.
[A] People say you were useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
_ _ [E] Oh, Curtis, you're [D] the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
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