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The Ballad of Curtis Loew
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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 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 'cross 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 drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless but them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be 60, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands and stomp my feet just to try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two and then take another drink of wine
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless but them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
Yes, sir
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On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
Well, he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, well, that's all he had to lose
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said you were useless but them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
Mm-hm
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