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Well, I uEsed to wake the mornin' B7before the rooster crowed,
ESearchin' for soda bottles to Aget myself some Fdough.
ERun 'em down to the corner, B7down to the country store,
ACash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis ELoew.
EOld Curt was a B7black man with wAhite cGurly hEair,
WEhen he had a fifth of B7wine he did nDot have a cAare,
HEe used to own an old B7Dobro, used to pAlay it 'cGross his knEee
IE give old Curt my B7money, he pAlay all day for mEe.
PlAay me a song, Curtis LEoew, Curtis Loew,
WeAll, I got your drinkin' money, tuEne up your Dobro.
PeAople said he was useless, them peEople all were F#7fools,
'Cause CEurtis Loew was the Dfinest picker to Aever play the Eblues E D A
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He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again.
I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time,
He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
Well, I got your drinkin' 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.
EOn the day old Bcurtis died, Anobody came to Epray
EOl preacher Bsaid some words, and they Achunked him in the clayE
EBut he lived a Blifetime Aplayin the black mans Eblues
EAnd on the day he Blost his life, thats Aall he had to Elose E7
APlay me a song curtis Eloew, hey curtis loew E7
AI wish that you was here so Eeveryone would know E7
APeople said he was useless, Ethem people all are fools E7
cause Ecurtis youre the Dfinest picker to Aever A7play the bluesE
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