The Ballad of Curtis Loew - Allen Collins,Ronnie VanZant

    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 Loew

    Old 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 blues

    He 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.

    Chorus

    Yes sir

    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 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

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