E|----------------------------------------------------------|
B|----------------------------------------------------------|
G|--9b11-11r9--9--9b11-------9b11r9--11b13--13r11-9~~~/13---|
D|----------------------9-11--------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|


[Verse]

          E                         B
Well, I used to wake the mornin', before the rooster crowed,
E                             A               F#
Searchin for soda bottles to get myself some dough,
E                           B
Run 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|-------------|
G|-------------|
D|-------------|
A|-4-2---------|
E|-----2~--0---|

E              B              A           E
Old 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 give old Curt my money, he play all day for me.


[Chorus]

  A                     E            E7
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe, G|-11b13-13b11-|
  A                               E           E7
Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro G|-9/11-11-11/13-11b13r11-9-|
  A                                E             F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools, G|-9~-p-6~-|
        E                  D                A             E
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

E|-------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------|
G|-9/13-13-139-9/11-11-9-9-7-----------|
D|----------------------------11-9b--7~|
A|-------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------|


[Verse]

E                B          A           E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten,
E                  B           A             E
Mama used to whoop me, but I'd go see him again.
E                  B            A                E
I clap my hands, stomp my feet, try to stay in time,
E                    B         A           E
He d play a song or two, then take another drink of wine.


[Chorus]

  A                     E            E7
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,
  A                                E           E7
Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.
  A                                E             F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        E                  D                A             E
Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues

E|------------12-14-16-14-16-16-14-12------------------------------------|
B|------12-14-------------------------14---------------------------------|
G|---13----------------------------------1311----------------------------|
D|14-------------------------------------------14-11---------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------14-11-11-11-11-11-9-|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------|

E|-----------------------------------------------------------------12--|
B|-----------------------------14-------------------------------12-----|
G|------------------------9-13----13-11-12-12-11-9----9-9-11-13--------|
D|-------------------11-9--------------------------11------------------|
A|10-10-9--------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------12-9-12-12---------------------------------------------------|

E|19-16-14------------------------------|
B|---------12-12------------------------|
G|---------------13---------------------|
D|------------------14-11---------------|
A|------------------------14-11---------|
E|------------------------------(14-12)-|

E|9-12-9------------------------9-12-9----12-|
B|-------12-------12-------------------12----|
G|----------11-13----13-11-9-11--------------|
D|-------------------------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------|

E|---9---------9-12-9-------12-9---------9---------------------------------|
B|12---12-------------12---------12-9------12-9----------------------------|
G|--------13-9-----------13-----------13--------11-9-----------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------11-9-------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------7-10--------------|
E|------------------------------------------------------------12-9-7-4-2-0-|


[Verse]

E                B             A           E
On the day ol Curtis died, no body came to pray,
E                  B                          A             E
the old preecher said some words, and they chucked him into clay,
E             B       A                      E
he lived a lifetime, playin the blackmans blues,
E               B                   A            E
on the day he lost his life, thats all he had 2 lose.


[Chorus]

  A                     E            E7
Play me a song, Curtis Lowe, Curtis Lowe,
  A                                E           E7
Well, I got your drinkin money, tune up your Dobro.
  A                                E             F#
People said he was useless, them people all were fools,
        E                  D                A             E
Cause Curtis Lowe was the finest picker to ever play the blues

E|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-11b13-13r11--9---9b------------11b13-11b13r11--9~~/13-|
G|-10b12-12r10--8---8b-------9----10b12-10b12r10--8~~/12-|
D|----------------------9-11---11------------------------|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|

Have fun


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