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Well, I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
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Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
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Brought ' 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
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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 across his knee
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I' d give old Curt my money, he' d play all day for me
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
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Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
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People said he was useless, them people are the fools
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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
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Mama used to whip me but I' d go see him again
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I' d clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
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He' d play me a song or two
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Then take another drink of wine.
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
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Well, I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
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People said he was useless, them people are the fools
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cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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Yes sir
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On the day old Curtis died, nobody came to pray
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Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
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Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man' s blues
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And on the day he lost his life, that' s all he had to lose
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Play me a song Curtis Loew, hey Curtis Loew
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I wish that you was here so everyone would know
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People said he was useless, them people all are fools
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cause Curtis you' re the finest picker to ever play the blues
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