Trigger me thread

Some of my all time favorite lyrics.

On the day ole Curtis died nobody came to pray.

Ole preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay.

He lived a lifetime playing the black mans blues.

And on the day he lost his life that's all he had to lose.
Me & a buddy use to sing this song all the time. He played an acoustic guitar & I played an album cover for drums with 2 wire clothes hangers. No we weren’t smoking weed then. Good times!!
 

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