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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 Nova with the seat burned out the back
From a Winston that was thumped into the window.

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

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

(2x)

He was a man, he had Cherokee cheekbones.
A fair boy, where did he go wrong?
He chose the road traveled, made all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he make no sense.
Brewton called him crazy, said Bobby Long was but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his was way passed anything they done thunk.
It's a song for Bobby 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 will be the death of me,
you come along?
The road I ride is 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 here I am at The Inn,
Me and Capn' Long and my girl-friend.
Oh he her with a poem,
he brakes down and cries,
Smiles a smile, with his broken 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 along inside his mind.
It's a love song for Long.
A love song for Long.