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The Ballad Of Curtis Loew ukulele

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The Ballad Of Curtis Loew



       E                        B
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
E                             A               F#7
Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough
E                              B                       
Brought em down to the corner, down to the country store
A                                                       A7
Cash em in and give my money to a man named curtis loew



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 across his knee
E           B                  A                 E  E7
Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me




(chorus)
A                     E            E7
Play me a song curtis loew, curtis loew
A                          E              E7
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A                                E              E7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      E                   A                D              A    A7
cause curtis loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues



E               B      A               E
He looked to be sixty, and maybe I was ten
E            B              A             E
Mama used to whip me but Id go see him again
E                 B               A              E  
Id clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
E             B
Hed play me a song or two
     A                     E    E7
Then take another drink of wine.




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Yes sir



E              B            A              E
On the day old curtis died, nobody came to pray
E           B                         A                      E
Ol preacher said some words, and they chunked him in the clay
E              B        A                     E
But he lived a lifetime playin the black mans blues
E                 B                    A             E    E7 
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose



A                     E                     E7
Play me a song curtis loew, hey curtis loew
A                           E                   E7
I wish that you was here so everyone would know
A                           E                         E7
People said he was useless, them people all are fools
      E                D                A    A7            E
cause curtis youre the finest picker to ever play the blues
END

hey this is our first tab from joeandsmithband. we couldnt find a tab on 

here that sounded quite right so we tabbed it ourselves its REALLY easy. if 

you have any advice for starting our new band let us know, thanks 

                                   -joe stapleton and nathan smith 

            
            
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