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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,
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Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named curtis loew.

Verso:
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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 'cross his knee
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I give old curt my money, he play all day for me.

Refrão:
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Play me a song, curtis loew, curtis loew,
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Well, i got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro.
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
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'cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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(Verso)

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, smy feets, try to stay in time,
He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
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(Verso)

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

Play me a song curtis lowe, curtis lowe,
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.