Intro (x2): ---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------111--------------------- --3/4\2-0-0--000------------222--------------------- -------------xxx------------222--------------------- -0~~~~~~~3---xxx---0-3-5-0--000--------------------- -------------xxx--3-----5--------------------------- Am C G Am Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn, Am C G Am hot day, old orange juice, some vodka on a night stand, Am C G Am there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back, Am C G Am from a Winston cigarette, that was stumped into the wind Am C G Am old Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek, Am C G Am Side-tracked by the scent of a woman, Am C G Am Could've been an actor on a moviescreen Am C G Am Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams G He played football against W.S.E.O. Am (Fill) should've seen him running down the field G I grow old, I grow old where the bottoms of my Am (Fill) trousers rolled G Am it's a love song, for Bobby Long G Am A love song, for Bobby Long INTRO (2x) Am C G Am he was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheeckbones Am C G Am a fair haired boy, where did he go wrong, Am C G Am he chose a roadless travel, made all the difference, Am C G Am now hes chastisezed, critisiezed he don't make no sense G Am (Fill) Brewton called him crazy, he said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk, G Am (Fill) but all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they duwmb funk G Am it's a love song, for Bobby Long G Am a love song, for Bobby Long Bm Am G D but don't get me wrong, Bobby Long was no good, Bm Am G D he'd drag you down, if he thought he could Am well he would drag you down, Em the road I ride will be the day for me G won't come along Em the road I ride is gonna set me free G hes gonna take me home Solo ----------------------------------------------------- --------------1~-1~----1~-1~---1~-1~------0~-----0~-- -----0-2~--0h2------0h2-0~--------------------------- --0h2----------2~----------0h2p0-------5-0~---------- --------------------------------3~--3/5------0h2p0--- --------------------------------------------------3~- ----------------------------1--1-1----------0--0-0--- ----------------------------0--0-0----------1--1-1--- ----------------------------0--0-0----------2--2-2--- --2p0h2---------------2p0h2-0--0-0---2p0h2--2--2-2--- -------3-0~------0~--0-----32--2-2--------3-0~-0-0--- -3------------3-3-----------3~-3-3~-3---------------- Am C G Am he was a friend of my papa's he used to drink and tell lies Am C G Am praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and filosophied Am C G Am so here I am at The Colonial Inn Am C G Am me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend Am C G Am he charmes her with a poem, then he brakes down and cries Am C G Am smile a crooked smile, with his broken cheeck-bone side Am C G Am tells about his life, now he's 63, Am C G Am he looks me in the eyes, he says come and go with me G he could walk on water, walk on water Am (Fill) but you know you drown themselves and wine G god and a devil, god and a devil, Am (Fill) god and a devil along inside his mind G Am it's a love song, for Bobby Long G Am a love song, for Bobby Long End with: ---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------111--------------------- --3/4\2-0-0--000------------222--------------------- -------------xxx------------222--------------------- -0~~~~~~~3---xxx---0-3-5-0--000--------------------- -------------xxx--3-----5--------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------0-1~~~~----------------- --3/4\2-0-0--000-----------2------------------------ -------------xxx----------2------------------------- -0~~~~~~~3---xxx---0-1-2-0-------------------------- -------------xxx--3---------------------------------