Lynyrd Skynyrd - Curtis Lowe

this is what i believe to be the sound

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well i used to wake the mornin’ before the rooster crowed
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searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
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brung 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 lowe

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ol’ curt was a black man with white curly hair
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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 ’cross his knee
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i’d give ol’ curt my money , he’d play all day for me

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play me a song , curtis lowe , hey curtis lowe
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i got your drinkin’ money , tune up your dobro
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people said you was useless but them people all were fools
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cause curtis lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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he looked to be 60 , maybe i was 10
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mama used to whoop me but i’d go see him again
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i’d clap my hands , stomp my feets tryin’ to stay in time
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he’d play me song or two then take another drink of wine

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on the day ol’ curtis died nobody came to pray
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old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
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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 lowe , hey curtis lowe
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i wish that you was here so everyone would know
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people said you was useless but them people all were fools
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cause curtis , you’re the finest picker to ever play the blues

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