Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day, old orange juice, some vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back,
from a Winston cigarette, that was stumped into the wind

old Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've been an actor on a moviescreen
Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams

He played football against W.S.E.O.
should've seen [bad word] down the field
I grow old, I grow old where the bottoms of my
trousers rolled
it's a love song, for Bobby Long
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 a roadless travel, made all the difference,

now he s chastisezed, critisiezed he don't make no sense
Brewton called him crazy, he said Bobby Long was nothing but a [bad word] 
but all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they duwmb funk
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 day for me [bad word] along
the road I ride is gonna set me free
he 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 filosophied
so here I am at The Colonial Inn
me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend
he charmes her with a poem, then he brakes down and cries
smile a crooked smile, with his broken cheeck-bone side
tells about his life, now he's 63,
he looks me in the eyes, he [bad word] and go with me
he could walk on water, walk on water
but you know you drown themselves and wine
god and a devil, god and a devil,
god and a devil along inside his mind
it's a love song, for Bobby Long
a love song, for Bobby Long