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Love For Bobby Long....

Brewton Alabama, at The Inn.
Hot day, old orange juice and vodka on the stand.
There's a Nova with the seat burned out the back
From a Winston cigarette was thumped into the window.

Bobby was like Zorba the Greek,
by the scent of a woman.
Could've been an on the movie screen
Stayed in Alabama just, a of dreams.

He played football W.S.Neil,
seen him running down the field.
I grow old, I grow old. I wear the bottoms of my rolled.
It's a love song, for Long.
A song, for Bobby Long.

(2x)

He was a man, he had Cherokee cheekbones.
A fair haired boy, where did he go
He chose the road traveled, made all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he don't no sense.
Brewton him crazy, said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his was way passed anything they done thunk.
It's a love song for Long.
A love song for Long.

But get me wrong, Bobby Long wasn't no good.
drag you down, if he thought he could,
Well he would, you down.
The road I ride be the death of me,
Won't you along?
The I ride is gonna set me free,
Its take me home.

He was a of my papa's.
He to drink and tell lies.
Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and Philosofied.
So here I am at The Inn,
Me and Capn' Long and my girl-friend.
Oh he her with a poem,
Then he down and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, his broken cheek-bone side.
about his life, now he's 63.
He looks me in the eyes, and says and go with me
He could walk on water, walk on
But you know he himself in wine.
God and the devil, God and the devil,
God and the along inside his mind.
a love song for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.