LYNYRD SKYNYRD RARE Ronnie Van Zant and Allen Collins 8X10 Framed Photo Well I used to wake the morning, before the rooster crowed Searching 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 across 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 were 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 feet, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine