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Well, I used to wake the mornin, before the rooster crowed,
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Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough,
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Run em down to the corner, down to the country store,
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Cash em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe.
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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,
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When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
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He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it cross his knee
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I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.
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Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe, G|-11b13-13b11-|
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Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro G|-9/11-11-11/13-11b13r11-9-|
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools, G|-9~-p-6~-|
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Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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E B A E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
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Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again.
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I clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time,
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He d play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,
A E E7
Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
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Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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On the day ol Curtis died, no body came to pray,
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the old preecher said some words, and they chucked him into clay,
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he lived a lifetime, playin the blackmans blues,
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on the day he lost his life, thats all he had 2 lose.
[Chorus]
A E E7
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,
A E E7
Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
E D A E
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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Have fun
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