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Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
Searchin' 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 Lowe
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 and old Dobro, used to play across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money, he play all day for me
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
Well, I got your drinkin' money tune up your Dobro
People said, he was useless, them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
He looked to be 60 and maybe I was 10
Momma used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feet, tryin' to keep in time
He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe
Well, I got your drinkin' money tune up your Dobro
People said, he was useless, them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
Well, he lived a lifetime playin' the black mans 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 but them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis, you're finest picker to ever play the blues
