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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 Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the
From a Winston cigarette was thumped into the window.

Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the of a woman.
Could've an actor on the movie screen
Stayed in Alabama just, a of dreams.

He football against W.S.Neil,
Should've seen him down the field.
I old, I grow old. I wear the bottoms of my trousers 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 less traveled, all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he don't no sense.
Brewton called him crazy, said Bobby Long was but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything done thunk.
It's a love for Bobby Long.
A love for Bobby 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 road I is gonna set me free,
Its gonna me home.

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