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Love Song For Long....

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

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

He played 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 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 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 for Bobby Long.

But don't get me wrong, Bobby wasn't no good.
He'd drag you down, if he he could,
he would, drag you down.
The road I ride be the death of me,
Won't you along?
The road I ride is set me free,
Its take 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 Capn' Long and my girl-friend.
Oh he her with a poem,
Then he down and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, 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 on water, walk on water
But you know he himself in wine.
God and the devil, God and the devil,
God and the devil inside his mind.
a love song for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.