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Love For Bobby Long....

Alabama, at The Colonial Inn.
Hot day, old orange and vodka on the night stand.
There's a Nova with the seat burned out the back
From a Winston cigarette that was thumped the window.

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

He played 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 love song, for Long.

(2x)

He was a handsome man, he had cheekbones.
A haired boy, where did he go wrong?
He the road less traveled, made all the difference.
Now hes chastised, criticized, he don't no sense.
called him crazy, said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
But all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything done thunk.
It's a love song for 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 will be the death of me,
Won't you along?
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.
Praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked and Philosofied.
So here I am at The Inn,
Me and Capn' and my pretty girl-friend.
Oh he charms her a poem,
he brakes down and cries,
Smiles a smile, with his broken cheek-bone side.
Tells his life, now he's 63.
He looks me in the eyes, and says come and go me
He could walk on water, on water
But you he drowned 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 song for Bobby Long.