E5 B5 Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed E5 A5 D5 Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough E5 B5 Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store A5 E5 Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe E5 B5 A5 E5 Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair E5 B5 A5 E5 When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care E5 B5 A5 E5 He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee E5 B5 A5 E5 I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me Chorus A5 E5 Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe A5 E5 I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro A5 E5 D5 People said you was useless but them people all were fools E5 B5 A5 E5 Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues E5 B5 A5 E5 He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10 E5 B5 A5 E5 Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again E5 B5 A5 E5 I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time E5 B5 A5 E5 He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine Chorus E5 B5 A5 E5 On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray E5 B5 A5 E5 Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay E5 B5 A5 E5 He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues E5 B5 A5 E5 And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose A5 E5 Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe A5 E5 I wish that you was here so everyone would know A5 E5 D5 People said you was useless but them people all were fools E5 B5 A5 E5 Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues E5 B5 A5 E5
