Ballad of Curtis Lowe
by Lynard Skynard · harmonica tab for C diatonic harmonica
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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
Well I used to wake the morning
before the rooster crowed.
Searchin for soda bottles
to get myself some dough.
Brought them 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.
Chorus
Play me a song Curtis Loew,
Curtis Loew.
Well I got your drinkin
money tune up your Dobro.
People said he was useless,
but 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
Momma used to whoop me,
but I'd go see him again.
I'd clap my hands, stomp my
feets, try to stay in time.
He'd play a song or two
then take another drink of wine.