Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed
Searching 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
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 across his knee
I'd give old Curt my money, he'd play all day for me
(Chorus)
Play me a song Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew
I got your drinking money, tune up your dobro
would
white
useless
stomp
sixty
picker
people
named
morning
store
looked
hands
rooster
fools
brought
before
chunked
another
lived
bottles
searching
feets
across
chorus
words
country
blues
again
corner
nobody
crowed
lifetime
drink
curtis
money
curly
dough
drinking
maybe
finest
preacher
myself
everyone
black
fifth
Click on any word to see the translation
Click on this icon to translate the entire sentence