THE BALLAD OF CURTIS LOEW

Well, I used to wake the morn in’ be (C7)fore the roost er crowed,

search ing for so da bot tles to (Bb)get my self some (G7)dough.

Brought ’em down to the cor ner,

(C7)down to the coun try store;

cash ’em in and give my mon ey to a man named Cur tis Loew.

Old Curt was a (C7)black man with (Bb)white curl y hair.

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When he had a (C7)fifth of wine he (Eb)did not have a (Bb)care.

He used to own an old (C7)Do bro, used to (Bb)play it ’cross his (F)knee

I’d give old Curt my mon ey, he’d (Eb)play all day er for me.

Play me a song Cur tis Loew,

Cur tis Loew.

I got your drink in’ mon ey, (F)tune up your do bro.

Peo ple said it was use less, them (F)peo ple are the (G7)fools

’cause (F)Cur tis Loew was the (Eb)fin est pick er to (Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.

He looked to be (C7)six ty, may (Bb)be I was ten.

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Ma ma used to (C7)whip me but I’d (Eb)go see him a (Bb)gain.

I’d clap my hands, a stomp (C7)my feet, in’ the (Bb)try to stay in (F)time.

He’d play me a or two, then life (Eb)take an oth had drink of

Play me a song Cur tis Loew,

Cur tis Loew.

I wish that you were here so (F)tune up your do bro.

Peo ple said it was use less, them (F)peo ple are the (G7)fools

’cause (F)Cur tis Loew was the (Eb)fin est pick er to (Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.

(Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.

On the day old (C7)Cur tis died, (Bb)no bod y came play.

Old preach er said (C7)some words and they (Eb)chunked him in the (Bb)clay.

I’d But he lived a life (C7)time play in’ the (Bb)black to face in (F)blues.

And on the day he lost his life (Eb)that’s all he had to lose.

Play me a song Cur tis Loew,

Cur tis Loew.

I wish that you were here so (F)tune up your do bro.

Peo ple said it was use less, them (F)peo ple are the (G7)fools

’cause (F)Cur tis Loew was the (Eb)fin est pick er to (Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.

(Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.

(Bb)ev er play the (F)blues.