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Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn, |
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hot day, old orange juice, some vodka on a night stand, |
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there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back, |
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from a Winston cigarette, that was stumped into the wind |
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old Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek, |
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Side-tracked by the scent of a woman, |
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Could've been an actor on a moviescreen |
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Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams |
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He played football against W.S. Neal |
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should've seen him running down the field |
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I grow old, I grow old where the bottoms of my |
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trousers rolled |
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it's a love song, for Bobby Long |
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A love song, for Bobby Long |
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INTRO (2x) |
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he was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheeckbones |
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a fair haired boy, where did he go wrong, |
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he chose a roadless travel, made all the difference, |
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now he's chastisezed, critisiezed he don't make no sense |
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Brewton called him crazy, he said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk, |
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but all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they duwmb funk |
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it's a love song, for Bobby Long |
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a love song, for Bobby Long |
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but don't get me wrong, Bobby Long was no good, |
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he'd drag you down, if he thought he could |
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well he would drag you down, |
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the road I ride will be the day for me |
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won't come along |
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the road I ride is gonna set me free |
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he's gonna take me home |
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he was a friend of my papa's he used to drink and tell lies |
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praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and filosophied |
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so here I am at The Colonial Inn |
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me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend |
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he charmes her with a poem, then he brakes down and cries |
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smile a crooked smile, with his broken cheeck-bone side |
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tells about his life, now he's 63, |
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he looks me in the eyes, he says come and go with me |
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he could walk on water, walk on water |
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but you know you drown themselves and wine |
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god and a devil, god and a devil, |
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god and a devil along inside his mind |
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it's a love song, for Bobby Long |
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a love song, for Bobby Long |
