The Ballad Of Curtis Loew Chords by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Tempo:
73.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [A] [E]
Well, I used to wake up in 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.
[E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old duffel, used to play across his [E] knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play hard games.
[E]
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dough.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[E] He looked [B] to be sixty, 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 feet, try to [E] spend 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 money, [E] tune up your dough.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were 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] [E] On the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, 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 [E] the black man's blues.
And on [B] the day he lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was [E] here so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [E]
Mmm.
[D] [A] [E]
Well, I used to wake up in 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.
[E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old duffel, used to play across his [E] knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play hard games.
[E]
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dough.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
[D]
[E] He looked [B] to be sixty, 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 feet, try to [E] spend 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 money, [E] tune up your dough.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were 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] [E] On the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, 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 [E] the black man's blues.
And on [B] the day he lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was [E] here so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
[D] [E]
Mmm.
[D] [A] [E]
Key:
E
A
D
B
F#
E
A
D
_ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ Well, I used to wake up in 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.
_ [E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old duffel, used to play across his [E] knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play hard games.
[E] _ _
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dough. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He looked [B] to be sixty, 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 feet, try to [E] spend 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 money, [E] tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were 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] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ On the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, 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 [E] the black man's blues.
And on [B] the day he lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was [E] here so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E]
Mmm.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Well, I used to wake up in 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.
_ [E]
Oh, Curtis [B] was a black man with [G] white [E] curly hair.
When he [B] had a fizz of [D] wine, he did not have a [A] care.
[E] He used [B] to own an old duffel, used to play across his [E] knees.
I'd give [B] old Curtis my money, [D] he'd play hard games.
[E] _ _
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] Well, I got your drinking money, [E] tune up your dough. _
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues.
_ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] He looked [B] to be sixty, 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 feet, try to [E] spend 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 money, [E] tune up your dough.
_ [A] People say it was useless, [E] then people all [F#] were 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] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ On the [B] day old Curtis [A] died, 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 [E] the black man's blues.
And on [B] the day he lost his [D] life, that's all [E] he had to do.
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe.
[A] I wish that you was [E] here so everyone would know.
[A] People say it was useless, [E] then people [F#] all were fools.
[E] Oh, Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [E]
Mmm.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _