The Ballad Of Curtis Loew - Eric Church

Well I used to wake the mornin', 'fore the rooster crowed

Searchin' for soda bottles to get myself some dough

Take 'em down to the corner, down to that country store

Cash 'em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew

Old curt was a black man with white curly hair

When he had a little of wine, no he did not have a care

He used to own and old Dobro, he’d play it 'cross his knee

I’d give old Curt my money, he’d play all day for me

Play me a song Curtis Loew Curtis Loew

I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro

People said he was useless, them people all were fools

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

Well he looked to be 60, maybe I was 10

Yeah my mama used to whoop me but I’d go see him again

Clap my hands, stomp my feet, and I’d try to keep in time

He’d play me a song or two and then take another drink of the muscadine wine

Play me a song Curtis Loew Curtis Loew

I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro

People said he was useless, but them people all were fools

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray

Old preacher just said some words, and they chucked him in that clay

Well he lived a lifetime of playin' that black man’s blues

And on the day he lost his life, well that’s all he had to lose

Play me a song Curtis Loew Curtis Loew

Well I got your drinkin' money, tune up your Dobro

People said he was useless, but them people all were fools

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