A This is it folks, over the top A A/G x8 Verse 1: A He was selling postcards from a paper stand A The whiskey bottle in his withered hand A Put his finger on a photo from an old magazine A D Saw himself in the shadow of his dream A They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown A
Told him his feet stank and took him downtown A Called him agitator, spy and thief A Shut him up in solitary third degree Chorus: D E Take a long line D E Take a long line D E Take a long line E A Reel him in A A/G x2 Verse 2: A He tried to appeal to the king of might A Said "I'm just exercising my sacred right" A The king he said "You ain't got no rights A You're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight" Chorus: D E Take a long line D E Take a long line D E Take a long line E A Reel him in Guitar Solo in C 12th fret: C Cm G Bm E C Cm G Bm E A A/G x2 Verse 3: A They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown A Told him his feet stank and took him downtown A Called him agitator, spy and thief A D Shut him up in solitary third degree A Then they put him aboard a well wound whirlwind A Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin A He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine A And said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time" Chorus: D E Take a long line D E Take a long line D E Take a long line E A Reel him in D E Take a long line D E Take a long line D E Take a long line E A Reel him in D E Take a long line D E Take a long line D E Take a long, long long long line E A Reel him in
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