A Love Song for Bobby Long

It was Brewton, Alabama at The Colonial Inn

Hot day, old orange juice, and vodka on a night stand

There's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back

From a Winston cigarette that was thumped into the window

Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek

Side-tracked by the scent of a woman

Could've been an actor on a movie screen

But he stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams

He played football against W.S. Neal

you should've seen him running down the field

I grow old, I grow old, I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

It's a love song, for Bobby Long

A love song for Bobby Long

He was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheek bones

A "fair-haired" boy, where did he go wrong?

He chose the road less travel, it made all the difference

Now he's chastised, criticized, he don't make no sense

Brewton called him crazy, said, Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk

But all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they done thunk

It's a love song, for Bobby Long

A love song, for Bobby Long

But don't get me wrong, Bobby Long was no good

He'd drag you down, if he thought he could

Well, he would, drag you down

The road I ride will be the death of me

Won't you come along

The road I ride is going to set me free

It's gonna take me home

He was a friend of my papa's, they used to drink and tell lies

Praise Flannery O'Connor, smoke cigarettes, and philosophize

Ho here I am at The Colonial Inn

Me and Captain Long and my pretty girlfriend

He charms her with a poem, then he breaks down and cries

Smiles a crooked smile, with his broken cheek bone side

Tells about his life, now he's 63

He looks me in the eyes and says, "Come and go with me"

He could walk on water, walk on water

But you know you he drowned himself in wine

God and the devil, god and the devil

God and the devil all inside his mind

It's a love song, for Bobby Long

A love song for Bobby Long