The Ballad of Curtis Loew sing and play along

Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,

searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough.

Brought 'em down to the corner,

down to the country store;

cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.

Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair.

play. When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care.

He used to own an old Dobro,

used to play it 'cross his knee

I'd give old Curt my money,

he'd play all day er for me.

Play me a song Curtis Loew,

Curtis Loew.

I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro.

People said it was useless, them people are the fools

'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

He looked to be sixty, maybe I was ten.

play. Mama used to whip me but I'd go see him again.

I'd clap my hands, a stomp my feet,

in' the try to stay in time.

He'd play me a or two,

then life take anoth had drink of

Play me a song Curtis Loew,

Curtis Loew.

I wish that you were here so tune up your dobro.

People said it was useless, them people are the fools

'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

ever play the blues.

On the day old Curtis died,

nobody came play.

Old preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay.

I'd But he lived a lifetime playin' the black to face in blues.

And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose.

Play me a song Curtis Loew,

Curtis Loew.

I wish that you were here so tune up your dobro.

People said it was useless, them people are the fools

'cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues.

ever play the blues.

ever play the blues.