Curtis Loew

Just the chord changes and lyrics:

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Well, I used to wake the mornin, before the rooster crowed E A F#

Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough E B

Runem down to the corner, down to the country store A E Cashem in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair

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When he had a fifth of wine, he did not have a care E B A E He used own an old Dobro, used to lay it across his knee E B D E Id give old Curt my money, hed play all day for me

A E

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe

A E

I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro

A F# People said he was useless, them people all were fools  E D A E Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker, to ever play the blues

He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10

Mama used to whoop me, but Id go see him again

Id clap my hands and stomp my feet, tryin to stay in time Hed play me a song or two, then hed take another drink of wine

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe

I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro

People said he was useless, them people all were fools †Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker, to ever play the blues

On the day ol Curtis died, nobody came to pray

An ol preacher said some words, and they chucked him in the clay He lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues

And on the day that he lost his life, that was all he had to lose

Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe

I wish that you was here so everyone would know

People said you were useless, them people all were fools †Cause Curtis, you were the finest picker, to ever play the blues

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