Phish

The Ballad Of Curtis Loew

Phish


Tom: E

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[Verse]

       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                                      N.C.
Cash em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Loew


[Fill]

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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
Id give old curt my money, hed play all day for me


[Chorus]

A                     E
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                          E
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A                                E              F#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      E                   D                A             E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues


[Fill]

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[Verse]

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
Then take another drink of wine.


[Chorus]

A                     E
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                          E
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
A                                E              F#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
      E                   D                A             E
cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker to ever play the blues


[Solo]

E|--------------------------------------------------------9--12--14b16r14~--|
B|--12-----12--------------------------------------9--12--------------------|
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D|----------------------11--------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
                                            (in some versions trey plays the walk up
                                             one string lower. still 14b on e.)

(Solo in E over verse/chorus chords)


[Verse]

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
And on the day he lost his life, thats all he had to lose


[Chorus]

A                     E
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
A                            E
I'm singin this here song so everyone will know
A                                E              F#7
People said he was useless, them people are the fools
       E                   D               A             E
'cause Curtis Loew you're finest picker to ever play the blues


[Outro]

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| h  Hammer-on
| r  Release
| b  Bend
| ~  Vibrato 

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