AngelsTake A Long Line
 



"Their Finest Hour…and then some"
Take A Long Line

A 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

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

Break:        C  } x2 G F# A Ab
C  } 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

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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