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MI SIWell, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
MI LA FA#Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
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Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,
LA MI Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.
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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,
MI SI LA MI When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
MI SI LA MIHe used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee
- MI SI LA MI
I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.
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Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
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Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
LA MI FA# People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
MI RE LA MI MI RE MI'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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
On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed.
Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave.
Well, he lived a lifetime, playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life, that's all he had to lose.
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew,
I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.
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MIWell, I used to wake the mornin'
- SI
..before the rooster crowed,
MI LA Searchin' for soda bottles to get
FA#..myself some dough.
- MI SI
Run 'em down to the corner, down
..to the country store,
- LA
Cash 'em in, and give my money to
MI ..a man named Curtis Loew.
Verse:
- MI SI
Old Curt was a black man with
LA MI ..white curly hair,
MI SIWhen he had a fifth of wine he
- LA MI
..did not have a care,
MI SI LA He used to own an old Dobro, used
MI..to play it 'cross his knee
- MI SI LA
I give old Curt my money, he play
MI ..all day for me.
Chorus- LA MI
Play me a song, Curtis Loew,
MI7 ..Curtis Loew,
LAWell, I got your drinkin' money,
- MI MI7
..tune up your Dobro.
LA People said he was useless, them
MI FA#..people all were fools,
- MI RE
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest
LA MI MI ..picker to ever play the blues
RE MIHe 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
On the day old Curtis died,
..nobody came and prayed.
Ol' preacher said some words, and
..they chunked him in the grave.
Well, he lived a lifetime,
..playin' the black man's blues
And on the day he lost his life,
..that's all he had to lose.
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey,
..Curtis Loew,
I wish that you was here so
..ev'ryone would know
People said he was useless, them
..people all were fools,
'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest
..picker to ever play the blues.
- SUONA ANCHE ..
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