| E | B | |
| Well, I | used to wake the mornin b | efore the rooster crowed, |
| E | A | F# | |
| Searchin for soda bottles to g | et myself some d | ough, |
| E | B | |
| Run em down to the corner, d | own to the country store, |
| A | E | |
| Cash em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis L | oew, |
| (verse 2) |
| E | B | A | E | |
| Old Curt was a | black man with | white curly | hair, |
| E | B | A | E | |
| When he had a fifth of | wine he did | not have a | care, |
| E | B | A | E | |
| He used to own an old | Dobro, used to | play it across his | knee, |
| E | B | A | E | |
| I give old Curt my | money, he | play all day for | me, |
| (chorus) |
| A | E | E7 | |
| Pl | ay me a song, Curtis L | oew, Curtis L | oew, |
| A | E | E7 | |
| We | ll, I got your drinkin money, tun | e up your Do | bro. |
| A | E | F# | |
| Pe | ople said he was useless, them pe | ople all were | fools, |
| E | D | A | E | - | D | - | E | |
| Cause Cu | rtis Loew was the f | inest picker to e | ver play the blu | es | , |
| (verse 3) |
| He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten, |
| Mama used to whup me, but I'd go see him again, |
| I clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time, |
| He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine, |
| (chorus) |
| A | E | E7 | |
| Pl | ay me a song, Curtis L | oew, Curtis L | oew, |
| A | E | E7 | |
| We | ll, I got your drinkin money, tun | e up your Do | bro. |
| A | E | F# | |
| Pe | ople said he was useless, them pe | ople all were | fools, |
| E | D | A | E | - | D | - | E | |
| Cause Cu | rtis Loew was the f | inest picker to e | ver play the blu | es | , |