Biografia:
Lynyrd Skynyrd é uma banda de southern rock formada em Jacksonville, Florida, Estados Unidos, em 1964. Alcançou fama na década de 70 sob a liderança do vocalista e compositor Ronnie Van Zant, até a sua morte, juntamente com o guitarrista Steve Gaines, sua irmã e backing vocal da banda Cassie Gaines, o roadie manager Dean Kilpatrick, o piloto Walter MacCreary, e o co-piloto William Gray, num acidente aéreo em 1977 em McComb, Mississippi.
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Outras músicas:
- Call Me The Breeze
- Free Bird
- Needle And The Spoon
- Simple Man
- Sweet Home Alabama
- The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe
- Tuesday's Gone
- All I Can Do Is Write About It
- All I Have Is A Song
- Am I Losing
- Blame It On A Sad Song
- Comin Back For More
- Comin Home
- Cry For The Bad Man
- Dont Ask Me No Questions
- Double Trouble
- Down South Juckin
- Edge Of Forever
- Every Mothers Son
- Four Walls Of Raiford
- Georgia Peaches
- Gifted Hands
- Gimme Back My Bullets
- Gimme Three Steps
- God And Guns
- Good Luck Bad Luck
- Hillbilly Blues
- Home Is Where The Heart Is
- Homegrown
- Honky Tonk Night Time Man
- I Aint The One
- I Know A Little
- I Need You
- Jacksonville Kid
- Last Of A Dyin Breed
- Last Rebel
- Lifes Lessons
- Made In The Shade
- Mamas Song
- Mississippi Kid
- Mr Banker
- None Of Us Are Free
- One More Time
- Poison Whiskey
- Pure And Simple
- Red White And Blue
- Roll Gypsy Roll
- Rough Around The Edges
- Saturday Night Special
- Simple Life
- Skynyrd Nation
- Southern Ways
- Swamp Music
- Sweet Little Missy
- T For Texas
- Take Your Time
- That Aint My America
- That Smell
- The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
- The Last Rebel
- The Needle And The Spoon
- Things Goin On
- Tomorrows Goodbye
- Truck Drivin Man
- Tuesdays Gone
- Unwrite That Song
- Was I Right Or Wrong
- Whats Your Name
- Whiskey Rock
- Wild Thing
- Workin For Mca
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[Verse]
D A
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D G E
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D A
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
G D
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
D A G D
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D A G D
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D A G D
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D A G D
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D A G D
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
D A G D
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D A G D
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D A G D
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D A G D
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D A G D
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
D A
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D G E
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D A
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
G D
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
D A G D
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D A G D
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D A G D
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D A G D
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D A G D
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
D A G D
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D A G D
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D A G D
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D A G D
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D A G D
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
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