The Ballad of Curtis Lowe - Live

Well I used to wake the mornin

Befor 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 an old dobro used to play across his knee

I'd give old Curt my money he play all day for me

(Chours)

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 Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

Well he looked to be 60, maybe I was 10

Momma used to whoop me

But I'd go see him again

I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin to stay in time

Well he'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine

(Chours)

Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew

Well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro

People said he was useless but them people all were fools

'Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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 man's blues

And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

(Chours)

Play me a song Curtis Loew, yeah Curtis Loew

I wish that you was here so everyone would know

People said you was useless but them people all were fools

Cuz Curtis your the finest picker to ever play the blues