Well I used to wake
the mornin'
before the rooster crowed
Searchin' for
soda bottles
to get my self 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
and old dobro
used to play it
across his knee
I'd give
old Curt my money
he'd play all day for me
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
'Cos Curtis Loew
was the finest picker
to ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty
maybe I was ten
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
Well he'd play me
a song or two
then take another
drink of wine
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
'Cos Curtis Loew
was the finest picker
to ever play the blues
Yes sir
On the day
old Curtis died
nobody came to pray
Old preacher
said some words
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 Loew
hey Curtis Loew
I wish that
you was here
so everyone would know
People said
he was useless
but them people
all were fools
Cos Curtis
your the finest picker
to ever play the blues