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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 burned out the back
a Winston cigarette that was thumped into the window.

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

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

(2x)

He was a handsome man, he had cheekbones.
A fair haired boy, where did he go
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 get me wrong, Bobby Long wasn't no good.
drag you down, if he thought he could,
Well he would, you down.
The I ride will be the death of me,
Won't you come
The road I ride is set me free,
Its gonna me home.

He was a of my papa's.
He used to drink and lies.
Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes 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 brakes 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 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 song for Long.
A love song for Long.