LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Ballad Of Curtis Loew
Well I used to wake the morninBefore the rooster crowedSearchin for soda bottles to get my self some doughBrought em down to the cornerDown to the country storeCash em in and give my money to a man named curtis loweOld curt was a black man with white curly hairWhen he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a careHe used to own and old dobro used to play across his kneeI'd give old curt my money he play all day for me(chours)Play me a song curtis lowe curtis loweWell I got your drinkin money tune up your dobroPeople said he was useless them people all were foolsCuz curtis lowe was the finest picker to ever play the bluesHe looked to be 60 maybe I was 10Momma used to whoop meBut I'd go see him againI'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in timeWell he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine(chours)Play me a song curtis lowe curtis loweWell I got your drinkin money tune up your dobroPeople said he was useless but them people all were foolsCuz curtis lowe was the finest picker to ever play the bluesOn the day old curtis died nobody came to prayOld preacher said some wordsThey chucked him in the clayWell he lived a lifetime playin the black mans bluesAnd on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose(chours)Play me a song curtie lowe curtis loweI wish that you was here so everyone would knowPeople said he was useless but them people all were foolsCuz curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues
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