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| Well I u | sed to wake the mornin' bef | ore the rooster crowed |
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| Searchin for soda bottles to | get myself some d | ough |
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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 man named Curtis | Lowe |
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| Ol' Curt was a | black man with w | hite curly | hair |
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| When he had a | fifth of wine he d | id not have a | care |
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| He used to own an old do | bro used to p | lay it 'cross his k | nee |
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| I'd give Ol' C | urt my money, he'd p | lay all day for | me |
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| Play me a song, Curtis L | owe, hey Curtis Lowe |
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| I got your drinkin' money, t | une up your dobro |
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| People said you was useless but them p | eople all were f | ools |
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| Cause Curtis Lowe was the f | inest picker to e | ver play the | blues |
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| He looked to be | 60, m | aybe I was | 10 |
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| Mama used to w | hoop me but I'd | go see him aga | in |
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| I'd clap my hands, st | omp my feets | tryin' to stay in | time |
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| He'd play me s | ong or two then | take another drink of | wine |
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| On the day Ol' C | urtis died no | body came to | pray |
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| Old preacher s | aid some words and they ch | ucked him in the c | lay |
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| He lived a l | ifetime | playin' the black man's b | lues |
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| And on the day he lo | st his life that's a | ll he had to l | ose |
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| Play me a song Curtis L | owe, hey Curtis Lowe |
| G | D | |
| I wish that you was here so e | veryone would know |
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| People said you was useless but them p | eople all were f | ools |
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| Cause C | urtis, you're the f | inest picker to | ever play the | blues |