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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- 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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The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
[Intro]
E D A E
[Verse]
E B
Well, I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E A F#
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E B
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
A A7 E
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
E B A E
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
E B D A
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
E B A E
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
E B D E E7
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A E E7
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
E D A E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Interlude]
E D D E
[Verse]
E B A E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E B D A
Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again
E B A E
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E B
He'd play me a song or two
D E E7
Then take another drink of wine.
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A E E7
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
E D A E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Interlude]
E D A A
Yes sir
[Solo]
E B A E
E B D E
E B A E
E B D E
A A E E
A A E E
A A E F# F#
E D A E
[Verse]
E B A E
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
E B D A
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E B A E
Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E B D E E7
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew
A E E7
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
E D A E
cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Outro]
E D D E
E D A E
[Intro]
E D A E
[Verse]
E B
Well, I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E A F#
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E B
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
A A7 E
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
E B A E
Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
E B D A
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
E B A E
He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
E B D E E7
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A E E7
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
E D A E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Interlude]
E D D E
[Verse]
E B A E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E B D A
Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again
E B A E
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E B
He'd play me a song or two
D E E7
Then take another drink of wine.
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A E E7
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
E D A E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Interlude]
E D A A
Yes sir
[Solo]
E B A E
E B D E
E B A E
E B D E
A A E E
A A E E
A A E F# F#
E D A E
[Verse]
E B A E
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
E B D A
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E B A E
Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E B D E E7
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew
A E E7
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
E D A E
cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Outro]
E D D E
E D A E
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M83
Maaike Ouboter
Maan
Macaco
Machine Gun Kell (...)
Macie Lightfoot
Maciej Zembaty
Macintosh Plus