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Love For Bobby Long....

Alabama, at The Colonial Inn.
Hot day, old orange juice and on the night stand.
There's a Chevy Nova with the 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 actor on the movie
Stayed in Alabama just, a of dreams.

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

(2x)

He was a handsome man, he had cheekbones.
A haired boy, where did he go wrong?
He chose the road traveled, made all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he make no sense.
Brewton him crazy, said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they thunk.
It's a love song for Long.
A song 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 road I ride will be the of me,
Won't you along?
The road I is gonna set me free,
Its take me home.

He was a of my papa's.
He used to and tell lies.
Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and Philosofied.
So I am at The Colonial 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 cheek-bone side.
Tells about his life, now 63.
He looks me in the eyes, and says and go with me
He walk on water, walk on water
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 love song for Long.
A song for Bobby Long.