Lynyrd Skynyrd - Curtis lowe

Well I u^Dsed to wake the mornin' bef^Aore the rooster crowed ^DSearchin for soda bottles to^G get myself some d^Eough ^DBrung em down to the corner, ^Adown to the country store ^GCash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis^D Lowe

^DOl' Curt was a^A black man with w^Ghite curly ^Dhair ^DWhen he had a ^Afifth of wine he d^Gid not have a ^Dcare ^DHe used to own an old do^Abro used to p^Glay it 'cross his k^Dnee ^DI'd give Ol' C^Aurt my money, he'd p^Glay all day for ^Dme

^GPlay me a song, Curtis L^Dowe, hey Curtis Lowe ^GI got your drinkin' money, t^Dune up your dobro ^GPeople said you was useless but them p^Deople all were f^Eools ^DCause Curtis Lowe was the f^Ainest picker to e^Gver play the ^Dblues

^DHe looked to be^A 60, m^Gaybe I was ^D10 ^DMama used to w^Ahoop me but I'd ^Ggo see him aga^Din ^DI'd clap my hands, st^Aomp my feets ^Gtryin' to stay in ^Dtime ^DHe'd play me s^Aong or two then ^Gtake another drink of ^Dwine

^DOn the day Ol' C^Aurtis died no^Gbody came to ^Dpray ^DOld preacher s^Aaid some words and they ch^Gucked him in the c^Dlay ^DHe lived a l^Aifetime ^Gplayin' the black man's b^Dlues ^DAnd on the day he lo^Ast his life that's a^Gll he had to l^Dose

^GPlay me a song Curtis L^Dowe, hey Curtis Lowe ^GI wish that you was here so e^Dveryone would know ^GPeople said you was useless but them p^Deople all were f^Eools Cause C^Durtis, you're the f^Ainest picker to ^Gever play the ^Dblues