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The Ballad of Curtis Loew

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Intro:
            

                      
Well I used to wake the morning, 
            
before the rooster crowed
                                     
 Searching for soda bottles 
                 

to get myself some dough

 Brought '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 across 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 drinking 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

          

                              
 He looked to be sixty and maybe I was  ten
                                        
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
                 

 I'd clap my hands stomp my feet, 
         
try to stay in time
               
He'd play me a song or two 
                         

then take another drink of wine

                     

 Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
                              

 Well I got your drinking 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

      

                

Yes sir

         

         

         

                  

                       

                                  
 On the day old Curtis died nobody came  to pray
             
Ol' preacher said some words 
                                
and they chunked him in the clay
                
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

                     

 Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
                              

 Well I got your drinking 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

        

            

## Credits

Autori: Allen Collins, Ron Van Zant Copyright: © Duchess Music Corp., Emi/longitude Music