He was selling post cards from a paper stand A whiskey bottle in his withered hand He put his finger on a photo from an old magazine Saw himself in the shadow of a dream Running with his head inside a juke-box crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up solitary third degree
Chorus: [A]Take a [D]long [E]line [E]Take a [D]long [E]line x 2 [E/D] [E/C#]With [A]him
He tried to appeal to the king of might He said I'm just exercisin' my sacred right The king he said you ain't got no rights You're a mad, bad traitor get outta my sight
Chorus Bass rises rather than decending at end: [E/F#] [E/Ab]With [A]him
Running with his head inside a juke-box crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up solitary third degree
Well they put him up boy, a world-wide whirlwind Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine He said I never existed you been wasting your time
Chorus x 2
[A]Take a [D]long [E]line [E]Take a [D]long [E]line [E]Take a [D]long, long, long [E]line With [A]him
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