Ballad of Curtis Loew
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed Searching for sodabottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down to thecountry store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named CurtisLoewOld Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had afifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old dobro, used toplay it across his knee I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day forme(Chorus) Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew I got yourdrinking money, tune up your dobro People said he was useless, them peopleare the fools 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play thebluesHe looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten Mama used to whip mebut I'd go see him again I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay intime He'd play me a song or two Then take another drink ofwine.ChorusYes sirOn the day old Curtis died, nobodycame to pray Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clayBut he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day helost his life, that's all he had to losePlay me a song Curtis Loew, HeyCurtis Loew I wish that you was here so everyone would know People saidhe was useless, them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you're the finestpicker to ever play the blues