Lynyrd Skynyrd – Curtis Lowe chords

this is what i believe to be the sound

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        E                        BWell I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
E                          A                 F#Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E                            BBrung em down to the corner, down to the country store
A                                                 ECash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

E             B                A          EOl' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
E             B                 A             EWhen he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
E                       B            A                  EHe used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
E            B                   A               EI'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me


Chorus
A                       EPlay me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                           EI got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
A                                     E               F#People said you was useless but them people all were fools
E                          B                A            ECause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues


E              B     A          EHe looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
E             B               A             EMama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
E                    B            A                 EI'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
E             B               A                     EHe'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus

E               B            A            EOn the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
E             B                         A                 EOld preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
E           B       A                        EHe lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E                   B                   A             EAnd on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

A                      EPlay me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                            EI wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                                     E               F#People said you was useless but them people all were fools
       D                  B               A             ECause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues


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