by Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
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| Well, I | used to wake the morning bef | ore the rooster crowed |
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| Searching for soda bottles to g | et myself some d | ough |
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| Brought 'em down to the corner, | down to the country store |
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| Cash 'em in and give my money to a | man named Curtis | Loew |
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| Old Curt was a | black man with | white curly hai | r |
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| When he had a | fifth of wine he | did not have a | care |
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| He used to own an old | dobro, used to | play it across his | knee |
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| I'd give old | Curt my money, he'd | play all day for m | e |
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| He looked to be | sixty, | and maybe I was | ten |
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| Mama used to | whip me but I'd | go see him ag | ain |
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| I'd clap my hands, | stomp my feets, | try to stay in | time |
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| He'd play me a | song or two |
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| Then | take another drink of | wine. |
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| On the day old | Curtis died, | nobody came to | pray |
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| Ol' preacher | said some words, and they | chunked him in the | clay |
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| Well he lived a | lifetime | playin' the black man's | blues |
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| And on the day he | lost his life, that's | all he had to | lose |
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| Play me a song Curtis | Loew, hey Curtis Loew |
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| I wish that you was here so | everyone would know |
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| People said he was useless, them | people all are | fools |
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| cause | Curtis you're the | finest picker to | ever play the b | lues |
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