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Well, I used to the mornin'
the rooster crowed
Searchin' for soda
To get myself dough
'em down to the corner
Down to the country
'em in, and give my money
To a man named Curtis

Old was a black man
With white hair
When he had a of wine
He did not have a
He to own an old Dobro
Used to play it 'cross his
I'd give old Curt my
He'd all day for me

me a song
Curtis Loew, Loew
Well, I got your drinkin'
Tune up Dobro
said he was useless
Them people all were
'Cause Curtis was the finest picker
To play the blues

He to be sixty
And I was ten
Mama to whoop me
But I'd go see him
I'd clap my hands, my feet
Try to in time
He'd me a song or two
Then take another drink of

Play me a
Curtis Loew, Loew
Well, I got drinkin' money
Tune up Dobro
said he was useless
Them people all fools
'Cause Curtis was the finest picker
To ever play the

Yes, sir

On the day old died
Nobody to pray
Ol' preacher said words
And chunked him in the clay
Well, he lived a
Playin' the man's blues
And on the day he his life
That's all he had to

me a song
Curtis Loew, hey Loew
I wish you was here so
Everyone would
People he was useless
people all were fools
'Cause Curtis you're the picker
To ever play the