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The Ballad of Curtis Loew

Lynyrd Skynyrd
Tab
4.5(62)

This is tablature — fret positions rather than chord names. Wide lines scroll sideways on their own, so the page never does.

Verse

E B

Well, I used to wake the mornin', before the rooster crowed,

E A F#

Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough,

E B

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

A E

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

e|-------------|
B|-------------|
G|-------------|
D|-------------|
A|-4-2---------|
E|-----2~--0---|

E B A E

Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,

E B A E

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

E B A E

He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it cross his knee

E B A E

I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.

Chorus

A E E7

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe, G|-11b13-13b11-|

A E E7

Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro G|-9/11-11-11/13-11b13r11-9-|

A E F#

People said he was useless, them people all were fools, G|-9~-p-6~-|

E D A E

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

e|-------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------|
G|-9/13-13-139-9/11-11-9-9-7-----------|
D|----------------------------11-9b--7~|
A|-------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------|

Verse

E B A E

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,

E B A E

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

E B A E

I clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time,

E B A E

He d play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

Chorus

A E E7

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,

A E E7

Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.

A E F#

People said he was useless, them people all were fools,

E D A E

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

e|------------12-14-16-14-16-16-14-12------------------------------------|
B|------12-14-------------------------14---------------------------------|
G|---13----------------------------------1311----------------------------|
D|14-------------------------------------------14-11---------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------14-11-11-11-11-11-9-|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------12--|
B|-----------------------------14-------------------------------12-----|
G|------------------------9-13----13-11-12-12-11-9----9-9-11-13--------|
D|-------------------11-9--------------------------11------------------|
A|10-10-9--------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------12-9-12-12---------------------------------------------------|
e|19-16-14------------------------------|
B|---------12-12------------------------|
G|---------------13---------------------|
D|------------------14-11---------------|
A|------------------------14-11---------|
E|------------------------------(14-12)-|
e|9-12-9------------------------9-12-9----12-|
B|-------12-------12-------------------12----|
G|----------11-13----13-11-9-11--------------|
D|-------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------|
e|---9---------9-12-9-------12-9---------9---------------------------------|
B|12---12-------------12---------12-9------12-9----------------------------|
G|--------13-9-----------13-----------13--------11-9-----------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------11-9-------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------7-10--------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------12-9-7-4-2-0-|

Verse

E B A E

On the day ol Curtis died, no body came to pray,

E B A E

the old preecher said some words, and they chucked him into clay,

E B A E

he lived a lifetime, playin the blackmans blues,

E B A E

on the day he lost his life, thats all he had 2 lose.

Chorus

A E E7

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,

A E E7

Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.

A E F#

People said he was useless, them people all were fools,

E D A E

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

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-11b13-13r11--9---9b------------11b13-11b13r11--9~~/13-|
G|-10b12-12r10--8---8b-------9----10b12-10b12r10--8~~/12-|
D|----------------------9-11---11------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|

Have fun

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