Video The Ballad Of Curtis Loew de Artimus Pyle Band 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Artimus Pyle Band - The Ballad Of Curtis Loew Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 Loew

[Verse 2]
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 'cross his knee
Well, I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me

[Chorus]
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Wеll, I got your drinkin' money
Tune up your dobro
Peoplе said he was useless
Them people all were fools
'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

[Verse 3]
Well, he looked to be sixty
And maybe I was ten
Mama used to whoop me but I'd go see him again
I'd clap my hands, I'd stomp my feet just trying to stay in time
Well, he'd play me a song or two and then he'd take another drink of wine
[Chorus]
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well, 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

[Post-Chorus]
Ah, yes sir

[Verse 4]
On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
Ol' preacher said some words and they chucked 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

[Chorus]
Play me a song, Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
Well, 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, yes he was