Released on the band’s second album, Second Helping, this song was written by Allen Collins and Ronnie Van Zant. Curtis Loew, the song’s subject, was said to be a composite of many people who lived in Van Zant’s hometown of Jacksonville, Florida when he was growing up. Many people speculate that the song was based on Shorty Medlock, a delta blues musician and grandfather of Rickey Medlocke, the band’s drummer during a 1970 tour and current guitarist. Although the song was popular upon its release, it was overshadowed by the album’s lead song, “Sweet Home Alabama.”
Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad of Curtis Loew (1974)
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Lyrics:
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searchin’ for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store
Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man with white, curly hair
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 knees
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yes, sir
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
Well, he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said you were useless, them people all were fools
'cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
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