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From: email protected(Olivier SCHWEBEL 93-94)
Subject: l/lynyrd.skynyrd/the.ballad.of.curtis.loeb
LYNYRD SKYNYRD The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
ESearchin' for soda bottles to Aget myself some F#dough.
ERun 'em down to the corner, Bdown to the country store,
ACash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis ELoew.
EOld Curt was a Bblack man with Awhite curly Ehair,
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.
PlAay me a song, Curtis LEoew, Curtis LE7oew,
WeAll, I got your drinkin' money, tuEne up your DE7obro.
PeAople said he was useless, them peEople all were F#fools,
'Cause CEurtis Loew was the Dfinest picker to Aever play the EbluesE E D
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