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Love Song For Long....

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

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

He football against W.S.Neil,
seen him running down the field.
I old, I grow old. I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
It's a 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 don't no sense.
Brewton called him crazy, said Bobby was nothing but a drunk,
But all the in his head was way passed anything they done thunk.
It's a love for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.

But don't get me wrong, Long wasn't no good.
He'd drag you down, if he he could,
he would, drag you down.
The road I will be the death of me,
Won't you along?
The I ride is gonna set me free,
Its take me home.

He was a of my papa's.
He used to drink and lies.
Praised Flannery O'Connors, cigarettes and Philosofied.
So I am at The Colonial Inn,
Me and Long and my pretty girl-friend.
Oh he her with a poem,
he brakes down and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, his broken cheek-bone side.
Tells about his life, now 63.
He looks me in the eyes, and says come and go me
He could walk on water, on water
But you know he 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.