Biografía:
Lynyrd Skynyrd es un grupo de rock sureño estadounidense, descrito por Stephen Thomas Erlewine (All Music Guide) como "el grupo definitivo de Rock Sureño, fusionando la potencia saturada del blues-rock con una imagen sureña rebelde y la arrogancia del hard rock". El grupo adquirió importancia durante los años 70, bajo el liderazgo del vocalista y compositor principal Ronnie Van Zant, hasta su muerte en 1977.
Lynyrd Skynyrd entró en el "Rock and Roll Hall of Fame" el 13 de marzo de 2006.
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Otras canciones:
- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
D A
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D G E
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D A
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
G D
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
D A G D
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D A G D
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D A G D
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D A G D
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D A G D
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
D A G D
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D A G D
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D A G D
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D A G D
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D A G D
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
D A
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
D G E
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
D A
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
G D
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe
D A G D
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
D A G D
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
D A G D
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
D A G D
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
D A G D
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
D A G D
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
D A G D
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Verse]
D A G D
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
D A G D
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
D A G D
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
D A G D
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
G D
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
G D
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
G D E
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
D A G D
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
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