Curtis Lowe
Lynyrd Skynyrd
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LETRA (VER LETRA CON ACORDES)

Well I used to wake the mornin before the rooster crowed

Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough

Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store

Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe


Ol Curt was a black man with white curly hair

When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care

He used to own an old dobro used to play it cross his knee

I d give Ol Curt my money, he d play all day for me

Chorus

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe

I got your drinkin money, tune up your dobro

People said you was useless but them people all were fools

Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues


He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10

Mama used to whoop me but I d go see him again

I d clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin to stay in time

He d play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus


On the day Ol Curtis died nobody came to pray

Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay

He lived a lifetime playin the black man s blues

And on the day he lost his life that s all he had to lose


Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe

I wish that you was here so everyone would know

People said you was useless but them people all were fools

Cause Curtis, you re the finest picker to ever play the blues



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