Ballad of Curtis Loew Lyrics

Song Text:

Well I used to wake the morning 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
LoewOld Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a
fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used to
play it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for
me(Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got your
drinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them people
are the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the
bluesHe looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip me
but I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in
time He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink of
wine.ChorusYes sirOn 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 man's blues And on the day he
lost his life, that's all he had to losePlay 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 you're the finest
picker to ever play the blues