Lynyrd Skynyrd The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe Lyrics

The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe Lyrics

Well I used to wake the mornin, before the rooster crowed. Searchin for soda
bottles to get myself some dough.

Brought em down to the corner, down to
the country store. Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis
Lowe.

Old 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 old Curt my money, he'd play all day for
me.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. Well I got your drinkin
money, tune up your dobro. People said he was useless, them people all were
fools, cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the
blues.

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten. Mama used to warn me
but I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands, and stomp my feet, try to stay in
time. He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine.

Play
me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe. Well I got your drinkin money, tune up your
dobro. People said he was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis Lowe
was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

On the day Old Curtis died,
nobody came to pray. Old preacher said some words, and they chucked him in the
clay. Well he lived a lifetime, playin the black man's blues. And on the day he
lost his life, that's all he had to do.

Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey,
Curtis Lowe. I wish that you was here so everyone would know. People said he
was useless, them people all were fools, cause Curtis you're the finest picker
to ever play the blues.