The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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 Well I used to wake the mornin'
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Before the rooster crowed
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 Searchin' for soda bottles
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To get myself some dough
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 Brought 'em down to the corner
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Down to the country store
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 Cash 'em in and give my money
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To a man named Curtis Loew
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 Old Curt was a black man
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With white, curly hair
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When he had a fifth of wine
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He did not have a care
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 He used to own an old Dobro
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Used to play it across his knee
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I'd give old Curt my money
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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 drinkin' money
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Tune up your Dobro
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 People said he was useless
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Them people all were fools
      E                   D
Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
   A                 E D E
To ever play the blues

[Verse 2]
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 He looked to be sixty
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 And maybe I was ten
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Mama used to whoop me
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But I'd go see him again
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 I'd clap my hands stomp my feet
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Try to stay in time
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He'd play me a song or two
     D                     E
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 drinkin' money
E
Tune up your Dobro
A
 People said he was useless
     E                  F#
Them people all were fools
      E                   D
Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
   A                 E D
To ever play the blues

[Solo]
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[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
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 On the day old Curtis died
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Nobody came to pray
                B
Ol' preacher said some words
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And they chucked him in the clay
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 Well he lived a lifetime
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Playin' the black man's blues
                    B
And on the day he lost his life
       D             E
That's all he had to lose

[Chorus]
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 Play me a song Curtis Loew , hey Curtis Loew
A
 I wish that you was here
   E
So everyone would know
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 People said he was useless
     E                 F#
Them people all are fools
       E                 D
'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker
   A                 E
To ever play the blues.

[Outro]
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