Take A Long Line

Song: Take A Long Line

By: Angels

Album: Their Finest Hour...and then some

Transcribed by: Russell Edwards roemcs@melb.alexia.net.au

This is it folks, over the top

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

Take a [D]long [E]line

Take a [D]long [E]line x 2

[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

Bass rises rather than decending at end:

[E/Ab]With [A]him

Break:

x2 [G] [F#] [A][Ab]

x2 [D] [C#] [A][Ab]

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

Take a [D]long [E]line

Take a [D]long [E]line

Take a [D]long, long, long [E]line

With [A]him