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standard tuning
Intro
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E B
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
E A F
Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
E B E
Run 'em down to the corner, down to the country store,
A E
Cash 'em in, and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew.
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Verse:
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 'cross his knee
(E) B A E
I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.
Chorus:
A E E7
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
A E E7
Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
A E F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
E D A E
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues
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He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again.
I clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time,
He'd play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.
(Chorus)
(Solo)
On the day ol Curtis died, no body came to pray,
the old preecher said some words, and they chucked him into clay,
he lived a lifetime, playin the blackmans blues,
on the day he lost his life, thats all he had 2 lose.
(chorus)
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