The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe Lyrics - Lynyrd Skynyrd - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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 Loew 

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 Loew, Curtis Loew 

Well, I got your drinkin' money 

Tune up your Dobro 

People said he was useless 

Them people all were fools 

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker 

To ever play the blues 

He looked to be sixty 

And maybe I was ten 

Mama used to whoop me 

But I'd go see him again 

I'd clap my hands, 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 Loew, Curtis Loew 

Well, I got your drinkin' money 

Tune up your Dobro 

People said he was useless 

Them people all were fools 

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker 

To ever play the blues 

Yes, sir 

On the day old Curtis died 

Nobody came to pray 

Ol' preacher said some words 

And they chunked 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 lose 

Play me a song 

Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew 

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