Tom: E

Intro:   E    D    E 

        ( E )                      B        
Well, I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed, 
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Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough. 
E                           B        
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. 
 
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, 
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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. 
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People said he was useless, them people all were fools, 
        E                  D                A             E       E   D   E 
'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 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.