Tha Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Verse 1: Well, I used to wake the mornin', before the rooster crowed Searchin' for soda bottles, get myself some dough Run it down to the corner, down to the country store Cash it in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew Now old Curt was a balck man With white, curly hair When he had a fifth of wine He did not have a care He use to only know dobro Used to play it cross his knees I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me Chorus: Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro People said you was useless, them people are a fool Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues Verse 2: He looked to be sixty, maybe I was ten Momma used to whip me, but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stop my feet, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine (Chorus) Yes Sir! (Guitar Solo) Verse 3: On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray Old preacher said some words then chunked him in the clay Well he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues And the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose Chorus 2: Play me a song Curtis Loew, Hey, Curtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone could know People you said you were useless, them people are a fool Cause Curtis Loew your the finest picker to ever play the blues