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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- 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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Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
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Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
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Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store
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Cash em in and give my money to a man named curtis loew
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Old curt was a black man with white curly hair
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When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
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He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
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Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me
[Chorus]
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Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
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I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
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People said he was useless, them people are the fools
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cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
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Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
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Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
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Hed play me a song or two
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Then take another drink of wine.
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On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
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Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
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But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
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And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose
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Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
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I wish that you was here so everyone would know
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People said he was useless, them people all are fools
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cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E A F#7
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E B
Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store
A A7
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 A E
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 A E E7
Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
A E E7
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A E E7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
E A D A A7
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
E B A E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E B A E
Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
E B A E
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E B
Hed play me a song or two
A E E7
Then take another drink of wine.
E B A E
On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
E B A E
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E B A E
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
E B A E E7
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose
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 E7
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
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cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues
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