Curtis Lowe

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Well I used to wake the mornin' 
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before the rooster crowed
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Searchin for soda bottles to get 
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myself some dough
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Brung em down to the corner, down to
 the country store
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Cash em in and give my money to a 
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man named Curtis Lowe

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Ol' Curt was a black man with 
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white curly hair
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When he had a fifth of wine he 
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did not have a care
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He used to own an old dobro used 
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to play it 'cross his knee
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I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd 
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play all day for me

Chorus
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Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey 
Curtis Lowe
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I got your drinkin' money, tune up 
your dobro
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People said you was useless but 
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them people all were fools
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Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest 
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picker to ever play the blues

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He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
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Mama used to whoop me but I'd go
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 see him again
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I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets 
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tryin' to stay in time
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He'd play me song or two then 
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take another drink of wine

Chorus

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On the day Ol' Curtis died 
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nobody came to pray
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Old preacher said some words and 
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they chucked him in the clay
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He lived a lifetime playin' the 
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black man's blues
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And on the day he lost his life 
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that's all he had to lose

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Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey 
Curtis Lowe
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I wish that you was here so everyone
 would know
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People said you was useless but 
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them people all were fools
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Cause Curtis, you're the finest 
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picker to ever play the blues

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