[ Take A Long Line von Angels ]



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 This is it folks, over the top

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 He was selling post cards from a paper stand
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 A whiskey bottle in his withered hand
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 He put his finger on a photo from an old magazine
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 Saw himself in the shadow of a dream
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 Running with his head inside a juke-box crown
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 Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
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 Called him agitator, spy and thief
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 Shut him up solitary third degree


 Chorus:
  A      D    E 
 Take a long line
  E     D    E 
 Take a long line
  E     D    E 
 Take a long line
  E/D   E/C#    A 
         With him


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 He tried to appeal to the king of might
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 He said I'm just exercisin' my sacred right
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 The king he said you ain't got no rights
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 You're a mad, bad traitor get outta my sight


 **Chorus
 Bass rises rather than descending at end:    E/F#   E/Ab With  A him


 Break:  C    C   G   F#   A  Ab      C    C   D   C#   A  Ab 


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 Running with his head inside a juke-box crown
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 Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
    A 
 Called him agitator, spy and thief
    A 
 Shut him up solitary third degree


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 Well they put him up boy, a world-wide whirlwind
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 Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin
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 He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine
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 He said I never existed you been wasting your time


 **Chorus  2x


  A      D    E 
 Take a long line
  E      D    E 
 Take a long line
  E      D                E 
 Take a long, long, long line
       A 
 With him