https://www.reanchord.comThe Ballad Of Curtis Loew
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Intro. E D E
Well, I Eused to wake the morninB' before the rooster crowed,
ESearchin' for soda bottles to Aget myself some F#dough.
ERun 'em down to the corner, Bdown to the country store,
ACash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis ELoew.
Verse 1. EOld Curt was a Bblack man with Awhite curly Ehair,
EWhen he had a fifth oBf wine he diAd not have Ea care,
EHe used to own an olBd Dobro, used tAo play it 'cross hiEs knee
EI give old Curt mBy money, hAe play all day foEr me.
Chorus. PlAay me a song, Curtis LEoew, Curtis LE7oew,
WeAll, I got your drinkin' money, tuEne up your DE7obro.
PeAople said he was useless, them peEople all were F#fools,
'Cause CEurtis Loew was the Dfinest picker to Aever play the Eblues E D E
Verse 2. (same as verse 1)
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again.
I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,
He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
Chorus. (same as the first one)
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
Well, I got your drinkin' 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
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Verse 3. (same as the first one)
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.
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.
Chorus. (same as the first one)
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew,
I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.
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