well I used to wake the mornin 

befor 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 Lowe 

old Curt was a black man with white curly hair 

when he had a fifth of wine he didnot have a care 

he used to own and old dobro used to play across his knee

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



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play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe 

well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro 

people said he was useless them people all were fools 

cuz Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues



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 feet tryin to keep in time 

well he'd play me a song or 2 then take another drink of wine 



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play me a song Curtis Lowe Curtis Lowe

well I got your drinkin money tune up your dobro

people said he was useless but them people all were fools 

cuz 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

they chucked him in the clay 

well he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues 

and on the day he lost his life thats all he had to lose 



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play me a song Curtie Lowe Curtis Lowe

I wish that you was here so everyone would know

people said he was useless but them people all were fools 

cuz Curtis your finest picker to ever play the blues