E                                B
Well I used to wake the mornin' before the rooster crowed
E                            A                 D
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E                             B
Brung em down to the corner, down to the country store
A                                                   E
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Lowe

E              B               A          E
Ol' Curt was a black man with white curly hair
E              B                A              E
When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
E                      B             A                  E
He used to own an old dobro used to play it 'cross his knee
E            B                    A               E
I'd give Ol' Curt my money, he'd play all day for me

Chorus
A                       E
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                           E
I got your drinkin' money, tune up your dobro
A                                     E               D
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
E                         B                 A            E
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

E               B   A           E
He looked to be 60, maybe I was 10
E            B                A             E
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
E                   B             A                 E
I'd clap my hands, stomp my feets tryin' to stay in time
E             B               A                     E
He'd play me song or two then take another drink of wine

Chorus

E               B             A           E
On the day Ol' Curtis died nobody came to pray
E            B                          A                 E
Old preacher said some words and they chucked him in the clay
E           B        A                        E
He lived a lifetime playin' the black man's blues
E                  B                    A             E      
And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose

A                      E
Play me a song Curtis Lowe, hey Curtis Lowe
A                            E
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                                     E               D
People said you was useless but them people all were fools
       E                  B                A             E
Cause Curtis, you're the finest picker to ever play the blues

[Final] E  B  A  E