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    Ballad Of Curtis Lowe

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    dductrung

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    Join date : 2010-11-22

    Ballad Of Curtis Lowe

    Post  dductrung on Thu Dec 23, 2010 4:27 pm

    Well i used to wake the morning
    before the rooster crowed
    searchin for soda bottles, to get myself some dough
    run 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 an old dobro
    used to play 'coss his knee
    I'd give old curt my money and he'd play all day for me

    Chorus:
    Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
    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 sixty, and maybe i was 10
    Mama used to whoop me, but i'd go see him again
    I'd clap my hands and stomp my feet just tryin to stay in time
    he'd play me a song or two then take another drink a wine

    Chorus

    On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
    old preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
    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

    Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
    I wish that you was here so everyone would know
    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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