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Second Helping
Pronounced 'Lĕh-'nérd 'Skin-'nérd
1973
Second Helping
1974
The Damage Done
1975
Nuthin' Fancy
1975
One More From The Road
1976
Gimme Back My Bullets
1976
Street Survivors
1977
Skynyrd's First ... And Last
1978
Legend
1987
Southern By The Grace Of God
1988
1991
1991
The Last Rebel
1993
Endangered Specie
1994
Twent
1997
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Pronounced ΄Lĕh-΄nérd ΄Skin-΄nérd
1973 -
Second Helping
1974 -
The Damage Done
1975 -
Nuthin΄ Fancy
1975 -
One More From The Road
1976 -
Gimme Back My Bullets
1976 -
Street Survivors
1977 -
Skynyrd΄s First ... And Last
1978 -
Legend
1987 -
Southern By The Grace Of God
1988 -
1991
1991 -
The Last Rebel
1993 -
Endangered Specie
1994 -
Twent
1997
Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew / 1974
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Lynyrd Skynyrd - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Versuri/text:
Well I used to wake the mornin' ... 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 Leow
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 across his knees
I'd give old Curt my money ... he'd play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Leow ... Curtis Leow
Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless ... them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty ... and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whup 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 Leow ... Curtis Leow
Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless ... them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yesssir
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words and they chunked 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 Leow ... hey Curtis Leow
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said you were useless ... them people all are fools
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
Versuri/text:
Well I used to wake the mornin' ... 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 Leow
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 across his knees
I'd give old Curt my money ... he'd play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Leow ... Curtis Leow
Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless ... them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty ... and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whup 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 Leow ... Curtis Leow
Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless ... them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yesssir
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words and they chunked 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 Leow ... hey Curtis Leow
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said you were useless ... them people all are fools
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues