The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

	 
[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Well, I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed 
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   Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough 
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   Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store 
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   Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew
[Verse]
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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair 
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When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care 
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He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee 
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I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
[Chorus]
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew 
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Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro 
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People said he was useless, them people are the fools 
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cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Instrumental]
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He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten 
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Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again 
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I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time 
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He'd play me a song or two 
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Then take another drink of wine.
[Chorus]
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew 
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Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro 
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People said he was useless, them people are the fools 
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cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Interlude]
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Yes sir
[Solo]
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[Verse]
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On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray 
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Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay 
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Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues 
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And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose
[Chorus]
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew 
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I wish that you was here so everyone would know 
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People said he was useless, them people all are fools 
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cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues
[Outro]
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