Intro (x2):
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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.E.O.
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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
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
Solo
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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
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