*This is a repost of a current version on here by joesmithband 21, with a few 
corrections, all credit goes to them for making it


The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Intro:  E D A E

       E                        B
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E                             A               F#7
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E                              B                       
Brought 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



E              B              A              E
Old curt was a black man with white curly hair
E             B                D                 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 across his knee
E           B                  D                 E  E7
Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me




(chorus)
A                     E            
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
A                          E              
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A                                E              F#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      E                   D                A              E    
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

Bridge:  E  D  A  E



E               B      A               E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E            B              D             E
Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
E                 B               A              E  
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E             B
Hed play me a song or two
     D                     E    
Then take another drink of wine.




Chorus


Solo: (Main) Verse
      Chorus    



E              B            A              E
On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
E           B                         D                      E
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E              B        A                     E
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
E                 B                    D             E     
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose



A                     E                     
Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
A                           E                   
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                           E                       F#7
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
      E                B                D                E
cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues

Outro:  E   B   D   E
END