Take A Long Line
The AngelsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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
long line
Take a long line x 2
With 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:
With him
x2
x2
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
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Readable chord sheet for Take A Long Line by The Angels
[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 [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 Bass rises rather than decending at end: [E/F#] [E/G#]With [A]him [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