Lynyrd Skynyrd - Curtis lowe

Well I u^Csed to wake the mornin' bef^Fore the rooster crowed ^CSearchin for soda bottles to^F get myself some d^Dough ^CBrung em down to the corner, ^Fdown to the country store ^FCash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis^C Lowe

^COl' Curt was a^F black man with w^Fhite curly ^Chair ^CWhen he had a ^Ffifth of wine he d^Fid not have a ^Ccare ^CHe used to own an old do^Fbro used to p^Flay it 'cross his k^Cnee ^CI'd give Ol' C^Furt my money, he'd p^Flay all day for ^Cme

^FPlay me a song, Curtis L^Cowe, hey Curtis Lowe ^FI got your drinkin' money, t^Cune up your dobro ^FPeople said you was useless but them p^Ceople all were f^Dools ^CCause Curtis Lowe was the f^Finest picker to e^Fver play the ^Cblues

^CHe looked to be^F 60, m^Faybe I was ^C10 ^CMama used to w^Fhoop me but I'd ^Fgo see him aga^Cin ^CI'd clap my hands, st^Fomp my feets ^Ftryin' to stay in ^Ctime ^CHe'd play me s^Fong or two then ^Ftake another drink of ^Cwine

^COn the day Ol' C^Furtis died no^Fbody came to ^Cpray ^COld preacher s^Faid some words and they ch^Fucked him in the c^Clay ^CHe lived a l^Fifetime ^Fplayin' the black man's b^Clues ^CAnd on the day he lo^Fst his life that's a^Fll he had to l^Cose

^FPlay me a song Curtis L^Cowe, hey Curtis Lowe ^FI wish that you was here so e^Cveryone would know ^FPeople said you was useless but them p^Ceople all were f^Dools Cause C^Curtis, you're the f^Finest picker to ^Fever play the ^Cblues