Lyrics

[Verse 1:Grayson Capps] Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn Hot day old orange juice and vodka on the 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 the movie screen Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams He played football against W.S.Neil Should've seen him running down the field I grow old I grow old. I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled [Chorus] It's a love song for Bobby Long A love song for Bobby Long [Verse 2:Grayson Capps] He was a handsome man he had Cherokee cheekbones A fair haired boy where did he go wrong He chose the road less traveled 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 [Chorus] It's a love song for Bobby Long A love song for Bobby Long [Verse 3:Grayson Capps] 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 stay 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 philosophized So here I am at The Colonial Inn Me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend Oh he charms her with a poem Then he brakes 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 he drowned himself in wine God and the devil, God and the devil God and the devil along inside his mind [Chorus] It's a love song for Bobby Long A love song for Bobby Long