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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 cigarette that was thumped into the window.

Bobby Long was Zorba the Greek,
by the scent of a woman.
Could've an actor 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 old, I grow old. I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
It's a song, for Bobby Long.
A song, for Bobby Long.

(2x)

He was a man, he had Cherokee cheekbones.
A fair haired boy, where did he go
He the road less traveled, made all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he make no sense.
Brewton called him crazy, said Bobby was nothing but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything done thunk.
a love song for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.

But get me wrong, Bobby Long 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 come
The I ride is gonna set me free,
Its gonna me home.

He was a of my papa's.
He to drink 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 charms her a poem,
Then he brakes and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, with his broken side.
Tells about his life, now 63.
He looks me in the eyes, and says come and go me
He could walk on water, walk on
But you know he himself in wine.
God and the devil, God and the devil,
God and the devil inside his mind.
It's a love for Bobby Long.
A love song for Long.