(Allen CollinsRonnie Van Zant)
WellI used to wake the mornin
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin for soda bottles
To get myself some dough
Brought em down to the corner
Down to the country store
Cash em inand give my money
To a man named Curtis Loew
Old Curt was a black man
With white curly hair
When he had a fifth of wine
He did not have a care
He used to own an old Dobro
Used to play it cross his knee
I d give old Curt my money
He d play all day for me
chorus:
Play me a song
Curtis LoewCurtis Loew
WellI got your drinkin money
Tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless
Them people all were fools
Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
To ever play the blues
He looked to be sixty
And maybe I was ten
Mama used to whoop me
But I d go see him again
I d clap my handsstomp my feet
Try to stay in time
He d play me a song or two
Then take another drink of wine
chorus
Yessir
On the day old Curtis died
Nobody came to pray
Ol preacher said some words
And they chunked him in the clay
Wellhe lived a lifetime
Playin the black man s blues
And on the day he lost his life
That s all he had to lose
Play me a song
Curtis Loewhey Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here so
Everyone would know
People said he was useless
Them people all were fools
Cause Curtis you re the finest picker
To ever play the blues

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