Phish – The Ballad Of Curtis Loew (Guitar)

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Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed

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Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough

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Brought 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 across his knee

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Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me

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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew

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I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro

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People said he was useless, them people are the 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

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Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again

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Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time

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Hed play me a song or two

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Then take another drink of wine.

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Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew

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I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro

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People said he was useless, them people are the fools

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cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

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                                            (in some versions trey plays the walk up
                                             one string lower. still 14b on e.)

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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, Curtis Loew

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I'm singin this here song so everyone will know

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People said he was useless, them people are the fools

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'cause Curtis Loew you're finest picker to ever play the blues

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