Chords for Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew (Audio)
Tempo:
73.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[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.
[G] [A]
Cash them in and give my money to a man named [E] Curtis [G] Lowe.
[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 [B] used to own an old duffel, [A] used to play [G] cross [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] the [A] keys.
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em]
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your duffel.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] He
[E] [G] [E] [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 my [B] 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] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your duffel.
[A] People say it 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] [B] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [F#] On [E]
[D] [G] [A] [E] [B] [E] the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing [E] the black man's blues.
And on the day he [B] lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, but everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [A]
[B] [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.
[G] [A]
Cash them in and give my money to a man named [E] Curtis [G] Lowe.
[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 [B] used to own an old duffel, [A] used to play [G] cross [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] the [A] keys.
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em]
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your duffel.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] He
[E] [G] [E] [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 my [B] 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] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your duffel.
[A] People say it 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] [B] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [B]
[A] [E] [B]
[D] [E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [A]
[E] [F#] On [E]
[D] [G] [A] [E] [B] [E] the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing [E] the black man's blues.
And on the day he [B] lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, but everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [A]
[B] [E]
Key:
E
A
B
D
F#
E
A
B
[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.
[G] _ [A]
Cash them in and give my money to a man named [E] Curtis [G] Lowe.
[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 [B] used to own an old duffel, [A] used to play [G] cross [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] the [A] keys.
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your duffel. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] He _ _
[E] _ [G] _ [E] _ [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 my [B] 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] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your duffel.
_ [A] People say it 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] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ On [E] _ _
[D] _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [E] the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing [E] the black man's blues.
And on the day he [B] lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, but everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools. _ _
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ [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.
[G] _ [A]
Cash them in and give my money to a man named [E] Curtis [G] Lowe.
[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 [B] used to own an old duffel, [A] used to play [G] cross [E] his knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my [D] money, he'd play off [E] the [A] keys.
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[Em] _
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your duffel. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people are [F#] fools.
_ [E] Oh, Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ [D] He _ _
[E] _ [G] _ [E] _ [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 my [B] 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] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your duffel.
_ [A] People say it 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] _ _ _ [B] _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _
[A] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
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[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ On [E] _ _
[D] _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [B] _ [E] the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, nobody [E] came to pray.
Old [B] preacher said some [D] words, and they chunked him [A] and the clay.
[E] Well, he [B] lived a [A] lifetime playing [E] the black man's blues.
And on the day he [B] lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, hey, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you would say [E] so, but everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] them people [F#] are fools. _ _
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ [E] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _