Testo The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Well, I used to wake the mornin'
Before the rooster crowed
Searchin' for soda bottles
To get myself some dough
Run 'em down to the corner
Down to the country store
Cash 'em in and 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 knees
I'd give old Curt my money
He'd play all day for me

Play me a song
Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well I got your drinkin' money
Tune up your Dobro
People said he was useless But 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 hands and stomp my feet
Just to try to stay in time
He'd play me a song or two
And 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
But them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker
To ever play the blues

Yes, sir

On the day old Curtis died
Nobody came to pray
Old preacher said some words
And they chucked him in the clay
Well he 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 Loew, hey, Curtis Loew
I wish that you was here
So everyone would know
People said you were useless
But them people all were fools
'Cause, Curtis, you're the finest picker
To ever play the blues