Текст (слова) песни: Lynyrd Skynyrd - the balled of curtis loew | guitar chord и Mp3

From: Steve Vetter
Message-ID: <0097B704.54AB1740.19605@vax1.elon.edu>
Subject: CRD: Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad of Curtis Loew
The Ballad of Curtis Loew
by Lynyrd Skynyrd

G D C (walk down to) G
Well, I used to wake the mornin` before the rooster crowed,
G D C (walk down to) G
Searchin` for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
G D C (walk down to) G
Run `em down to the corner, down to the country store,
G D C (walk down to) G
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 give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.

C G G7
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
C G G7
Well, I got your drinkin` money, tune up your Dobro.
C G A
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
G D C G
`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 whup me, but I`d go see him again.
I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,
He`d play 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

On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.
Ol` preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.
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 ev`ryone would know
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
`Cause, Curtis, you`re the finest picker to ever play the blues.
: Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu
Chords guessed at by Walt Dabell walt@diusys.cms.udel.edu
From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94])
Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb

LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
from `Second Helping`

Intro: E D E
(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 Loew.

Verse:
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 Loew, Curtis Loew,
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 E D E
`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 whup me, but I`d go see him again.
I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,
He`d play 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

On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.
Ol` preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.
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 ev`ryone would know
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
`Cause, Curtis, you`re the finest picker to ever play the blues.

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C G G7 Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew, C G G7 Well, I got your drinkin` money, tune up your Dobro. C G A People said he was useless, them people all were fools, G D C G `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 whup me, but I`d go see him again. I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time, He`d play 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 On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed. Ol` preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave. 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 ev`ryone would know People said he was useless, them people all were fools, `Cause, Curtis, you`re the finest picker to ever play the blues. : Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu Chords guessed at by Walt Dabell walt@diusys.cms.udel.edu From: schwebel@labri.u-bordeaux.fr (Olivier SCHWEBEL [93-94]) Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew from `Second Helping` Intro: E D E (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 Loew. Verse: 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 Loew, Curtis Loew, 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 E D E `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 whup me, but I`d go see him again. I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time, He`d play 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 On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed. Ol` preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave. 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 ev`ryone would know People said he was useless, them people all were fools, `Cause, Curtis, you`re the finest picker to ever play the blues. Нравится песня? 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