The ballad of Curtis Loew

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       Mi                       Si
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
_Mi                           La              Fa#
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
_Mi                            Si
Brought 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

Mi             Si             La          Mi
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
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He used to own an old dobro, used to play it across his knee
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Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me

_La                   Mi
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
_La                        Mi
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
_La                              Mi             Fa#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      Mi                  Re               La            Mi
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

Mi Re Re La Mi

He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
Hed play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine.

_La                   Mi
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
_La                        Mi
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
_La                              Mi             Fa#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      Mi                  Re               La            Mi
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

Yes sir

On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose

Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues

Mi Re Mi
Mi Re La Mi