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Love For Bobby Long....

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

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

He played against W.S.Neil,
Should've him running down the field.
I grow old, I old. I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
a love song, for Bobby Long.
A song, for Bobby Long.

(2x)

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

But don't get me wrong, Long wasn't no good.
He'd you down, if he thought he could,
he would, drag you down.
The I ride will be the death of me,
you come 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.
Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and Philosofied.
So here I am at The Inn,
Me and Long and my pretty girl-friend.
Oh he her with a poem,
Then he brakes and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, with his cheek-bone side.
Tells 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 he drowned himself in wine.
God and the devil, God and the devil,
God and the devil along his mind.
It's a love for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.