| Well I used to wake the mornin' ... before the rooster crowed Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner ... down to the country store Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Leow Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care He used to own an old Dobro ... used to play it across his knees I'd give old Curt my money ... he'd play all day for me Play me a song Curtis Leow ... Curtis Leow Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro People said he was useless ... them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis Leow 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'd clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time He'd play me a song or two then take another drink of wine Play me a song Curtis Leow ... Curtis Leow Well I got your drinking money ... tune up your Dobro People said he was useless ... them people all were fools 'Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues Yesssir On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray Ol' preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay Well he lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose Play me a song Curtis Leow ... hey Curtis Leow I wish that you was here so everyone would know People said you were useless ... them people all are fools 'Cause Curtis you ... |
