The Ballad Of Curtis Lowe

well I used to wake the mornin befor the rooster crowed searchin for soda bottles to get my self 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 Lowe old Curt was a black man with white curly hair when he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care he used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me (chours) play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro people said he was useless them people all were fools cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues he looked to be 60 maybe I was 10 momma used to whoop me but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet tryin to keep in time well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine (chours) play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro people said he was useless but them people all were fools cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues on the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray old preacher said some words they chucked him in the clay well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose (chours) play me a song Curtie Lowe Curtis Lowe I wish that you was here so everyone would know people said he was useless but them people all were fools cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues