The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

{name: Intro} E D E E B Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed, E A F# Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough. E B 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. {name: Verse 1} E B A E Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair, E B A E When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care, E B A E He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee E B A E I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me. {name: Chorus} A E E7 Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew, A E E7 Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro. A E F# People said he was useless, them people all were fools, E D A E E D E 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues {name: Verse 2} (same as verse 1) 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. {name: Chorus} (same as the first one) 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 {name: Solo} (key C#m / {verse} & {chorus} ) {name: Verse 3} (same as the first one) On the day old Curtis died, nobody came and prayed. Ol' preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the grave. Well, 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. {name: Chorus} (same as the first one) Play me a song, Curtis Loew, hey, Curtis Loew, I wish that you was here so ev'ryone would know People said he was useless, them people all were fools, 'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues.