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Love Song For Long....

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

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

He played against W.S.Neil,
Should've seen him down the field.
I grow old, I grow old. I 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 haired boy, 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, Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his head was way passed they done thunk.
It's a song for Bobby Long.
A love for Bobby Long.

But don't get me wrong, Bobby wasn't no good.
He'd you down, if he thought he could,
Well he would, you down.
The I ride will 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 used to and tell lies.
Praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked 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 down and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, with his broken side.
Tells about his life, now 63.
He me in the eyes, and says come 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 for Bobby Long.
A song for Bobby Long.