[00:00.00] 作词 : Collins, VanZant
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ronnie Van Zant/Allen Collins
[00:10.16]Well I used to wake the mornin’ … before the rooster crowed
[00:18.02]Searchin’ for soda bottles to get myself some dough
[00:25.79]Run 'em down to the corner … down to the country store
[00:31.31]Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Leow
[00:37.64]Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
[00:44.56]When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
[00:51.00]He used to own an old Dobro … used to play it across his knees
[00:57.31]I'd give old Curt my money … he'd play all day for me
[01:04.36]Play me a song Curtis Leow … Curtis Leow
[01:10.15]Well I got your drinkin' money … tune up your Dobro
[01:18.65]People said he was useless … them people all were fools
[01:24.67]'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[01:31.81]He looked to be sixty … and maybe I was ten
[01:46.29]Mama used to whup me but I'd go see him again
[01:52.56]I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
[01:59.00]He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine
[02:05.21]Play me a song Curtis Leow … Curtis Leow
[02:12.15]Well I got your drinkin' money … tune up your Dobro
[02:17.92]People said he was useless … them people all were fools
[02:24.17]'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[02:32.63]Yesssir
[03:35.27]On the day ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
[03:40.95]Ol' preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
[03:46.87]Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
[03:53.46]And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
[03:59.46]Play me a song Curtis Leow … hey Curtis Leow
[04:06.28]I wish that you was here so everyone would know
[04:13.33]People said you were useless … them people all are fools
[04:18.42]'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
[04:26.68]Mmmmm …

作词 : Collins, VanZant
作曲 : Ronnie Van Zant/Allen Collins
Well I used to wake the mornin’ … before the rooster crowed
Searchin’ for soda bottles to get myself some dough
Run '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 drinkin' 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 drinkin' 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 ol' 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
Mmmmm …