Grayson Capps Love Song For Bobby Long Lyrics

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 movie screen
Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams

He played football against W.S.E.O.
should've seen him running down the field
I grow old, I grow old
Wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
It's a love song, for Bobby Long
A love song, for Bobby Long

He was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheekbones
A fair haired boy, where did he go wrong,
He chose a road less traveled, made all the difference,
Now he's chastised, criticized he don't make no sense

Brewton called him crazy, he 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'Connor, smoked cigarettes and philosophized
So here I am at The Colonial Inn
Me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend
He charms her with a poem, then he breaks down and cries
Smiled a crooked smile, with his broken cheek-bone side
Tells about his life, now he's 63,
He looks me in the eyes,
He says come and go with me
He could walk on water, walk on water
But you know he'd drown 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