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Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed,
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Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough.
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Run '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 Loew.
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Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair,
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When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care,
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He used to own an old Dobro, used to play it 'cross his knee
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I give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.
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Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
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Well, I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro.
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
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'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 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.
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew,
Well, I 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.
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On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
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Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
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But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
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And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose
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Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
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I wish that you was here so everyone would know
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People said he was useless, them people all are fools
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cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues
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Written by Allen Collins / Ronnie Van Zant