people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
It's Saturday night on the Lower East Side. I'm sittin' here contemplatin' suicide. I just got mugged down in Tompkins Square. When a skinny-assed junkie stuck a bayonet in my ear I can't believe