Chords for The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Tempo:
70.45 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [D] [F#m] [C#m]
[B] [F#]
[B] Used to wake the morning before that rooster crowed
myself some dough
to that country store
[D] named Curtis Lowe
white curly hair
did not [B] have a care
[B] [F#]
[B] Used to wake the morning before that rooster crowed
myself some dough
to that country store
[D] named Curtis Lowe
white curly hair
did not [B] have a care
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[Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [B] Used to wake the morning before that rooster crowed
_ [E] Searching for [B] soda bottles to give myself some dough
_ [E] [C#m] Drawed them down to the corner, yeah, [B] down to that country store
[E] Cashed them in and gave my money to a man [D] named Curtis Lowe
_ [E] Old Kirk was a black man, had white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine, you know he did not [B] have a care
[E] He used to own an old dog bro, used to lay across his knee
I gave old Kirk my money, he'd play all day for me
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
[A] Well I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your notebook
[A] People said it was a useless, but [E] them people are all [F#] fools
_ [E] Because Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [Em] the blues
_ _ [C#m] _
_ [E] _ [D] He _ [C#] _ _ [E]
loved to be 60, and maybe I was just about 10 _
My mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again _
I'd clap my hands, he'd stomp my feet, yeah, and try to keep the time
[D] _
[E] He'd play me a song or two, and then he'd take another drink of that musketine [A] wine
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis [A] Lowe
Well I got your drinking [E] money, tune up [B] your notebook
_ [A]
People said it was a useless, [E] but them people are all [F#] fools
Because Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues
_ _ _ Oh, play them blues
_ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _
Oh, oh, _ _ _ _ [A] _
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] Now on the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray _
An old preacher just said some words and we chucked him in a clay
But he lived a lifetime playing them black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, well that's all he had to lose
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
_ [A]
I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know
_ [A]
People said it was a useless, [E] but them people [F#] are all fools
Because [E] Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [B] Used to wake the morning before that rooster crowed
_ [E] Searching for [B] soda bottles to give myself some dough
_ [E] [C#m] Drawed them down to the corner, yeah, [B] down to that country store
[E] Cashed them in and gave my money to a man [D] named Curtis Lowe
_ [E] Old Kirk was a black man, had white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine, you know he did not [B] have a care
[E] He used to own an old dog bro, used to lay across his knee
I gave old Kirk my money, he'd play all day for me
[A] Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
[A] Well I got your drinking [E] money, tune up your notebook
[A] People said it was a useless, but [E] them people are all [F#] fools
_ [E] Because Curtis Lowe [D] was the finest [A] picker to ever play [Em] the blues
_ _ [C#m] _
_ [E] _ [D] He _ [C#] _ _ [E]
loved to be 60, and maybe I was just about 10 _
My mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again _
I'd clap my hands, he'd stomp my feet, yeah, and try to keep the time
[D] _
[E] He'd play me a song or two, and then he'd take another drink of that musketine [A] wine
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis [A] Lowe
Well I got your drinking [E] money, tune up [B] your notebook
_ [A]
People said it was a useless, [E] but them people are all [F#] fools
Because Curtis [D] Lowe was the finest [A] picker to ever [E] play the blues
_ _ _ Oh, play them blues
_ _ _ [Em] _ [E] _ _ _
Oh, oh, _ _ _ _ [A] _
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [E] oh, oh, oh
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] Now on the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray _
An old preacher just said some words and we chucked him in a clay
But he lived a lifetime playing them black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, well that's all he had to lose
[A]
Play me a song, [E] Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
_ [A]
I wish that you was here [E] so everyone would know
_ [A]
People said it was a useless, [E] but them people [F#] are all fools
Because [E] Curtis, [D] you're the finest [A] picker to ever play [E] the blues
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _