Ballad of Curtis Leow

The Hit Crew2013年2月26日

歌詞

 

Ballad of Curtis Leow - The Hit Crew

Well I used to wake the morning

 

Before the rooster crowed

 

Searching 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 Loew

 

Old Curt was a black man

 

With white curly hair

 

When he had a fifth of wine

 

He did not have a care

 

Used to own an old Dobro

 

Used to play it across his knee

 

I'd give old Curt my money

 

He'd play all day for me

 

Play me a song Curtis Loew Curtis Loew

 

Well I got your drinking money

 

Tune up your Dobro

 

People said he was useless

 

Them people are the fools

 

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker

 

To ever play the blues

 

He looked to be sixty

 

And maybe I was ten

 

Mama used to whip 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 Loew Curtis Loew

 

Well I got your drinking money

 

Tune up your Dobro

 

People said he was useless

 

Them people are the fools

 

'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker

 

To ever play the blues

 

Yes sir

 

On the day old Curtis died

 

Nobody came to pray

 

Ol' preacher said some words

 

And they chunked him in the clay

 

But he lived a lifetime playing

 

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 Loew

 

Hey Curtis Loew

 

I wish that you was here

So everyone would know

 

People said he was useless

 

Them people all are fools

 

'Cause Curtis you're the finest picker

 

To ever play the blues

 

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