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The Ballad of Curtis Loew

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The Ballad of Curtis Loew

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1  Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed   (Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant)                                             1
2  Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough   Well, I used          to wake the mornin'        2
3  Brought 'em down to the corner, down to the country store   Before                the rooster crowed                          3
4  Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew   Searchin' for soda bottles                                                   4
5                                  To get myself some dough 5
6  Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair   Brought 'em down to the corner                           6
7  When he had a fifth of wine, he did not have a care   Down to the country store                                         7
8  He used to own an old Dobro, used to play across his knee   Cash 'em in, and give my money                                    8
9  I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me   To a man named Curtis Loew                                9
10                                   Old Curt was a black man 10
11  Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew   With white curly hair                              11
12  Well, I got your drink and money, tune up your Dobro   When he had a fifth of wine                        12
13  People said he was useless, then people are the fools   He did not have a care                          13
14  'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues   He used                                 to own an old Dobro 14
15                                           Used to play it 'cross his knee 15
16  He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten   I'd give old Curt my money                     16
17  Mama used to whip me, but I'd go see him again   He'd play all day for me                           17
18  I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time   chorus:                                                               18
19  He'd play me a song or two, then take another drink of wine   Play       me a song                                                 19
20                                 Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew 20
21  Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew   Well, I got your drinkin' money               21
22  Well, I got your drink and money, tune up your Dobro   Tune                                         up your Dobro 22
23  People said he was useless, then people are the fools   People said he was useless                                23
24  'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues   Them people all were fools                                             24
25  Yes sir              'Cause Curtis Loew was 25
26                         the finest picker 26
27  On             the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray   To ever play the blues                                             27
28  Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the glade   He looked to be sixty                                          28
29  But he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues   And maybe I was ten                                    29
30  And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose       Mama used                                                       to whoop me 30
31                                   But I'd go see him again 31
32  Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew   I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet               32
33  I wish that you was here so everyone would know   Try to stay in time                                  33
34  People said he was useless, then people all are fools   He'd play me a song or two                  34
  'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker to ever play the blues   Then take another drink of wine
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2  Yes, sir2
3  On the day old Curtis died3
4  Nobody came to pray4
5  Ol' preacher said some words5
6  And they chunked him in the clay6
7  Well, he lived a lifetime7
8  Playin' the black man's blues8
9  And on the day he lost his life9
10  That's all he had to lose10
11  Play me a song11
12  Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew12
13  I wish that you was here so13
14  Everyone would know14
15  People said he was useless15
16  Them people all were fools16
17  'Cause Curtis you're17
18  the finest picker18
19  To ever play the blues19
      


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