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Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,   
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Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.   
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Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,   
A                                                    E   
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,   
(E)                    B7           D          A    
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,   
(E)                   B7              A        G          E    
He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee   
(E)                B7         A                E   
I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.   



[Refrão]
  A                     E                
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,   
  A                                E             
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.   
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,   
        E                  D                A             E       E   D   A   
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues   
   
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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.   


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




[Refrão]
A                     E                     E7 
Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew 
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I wish that you was here so everyone would know 
A                           E                         E7 
People said he was useless, them people all are fools 
      E                D                A    A7            E 
cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues 
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