Album: A Love Song for Bobby Long
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 sthumped into the window
Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman
Could've been an actor on the moviescreen,
Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams
He played football against WS Neil
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
[INTRO] (2x)
He was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheeckbones
A fair haired boy, where did he go wrong?
He chose the road less travelled, made all the difference
Now he's chastized, 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 wasn't 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 gonna set me free
It's gonna take me home
He was a friend of my papa's he used to drink and tell lies
Praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and philosophied
So here I am at The Colonial Inn
Me and Cap'n Long and my pretty girl-friend
Well he charmes her with a poem, then he brakes down and cries,
Smiles a crooked smile, with his broken cheeck-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 he drowned himself in wine
God and the devil, God and the devil,
God and the devil along inside his mind
It's a love song for Bobby Long
A love song for Bobby Long