A Love Song For Bobby Long by Grayson Capps

He dont even plays the chords straight so use some fills in the verses, too.
Standard Tuning
p = pull off
h = hammer on
/\= slide

Chords:

Am   C   G  Bm   D  Em
-0---0---3---2---2---0------------------------------------|
-1---1---0---3---3---0------------------------------------|
-2---0---0---4---2---0------------------------------------|
-2---2---0---4---0---2------------------------------------|
-0---3---2---2---x---2------------------------------------|
-x---x---3---x---x---0------------------------------------|

Intro (x2):
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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 he’s 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
he’s gonna take me home


Solo
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--------------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:
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