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Date: Mon, 26 Jan 1998 21:57:26 +1100
From: Russell & Charlie
Subject: PRO: a/angels/take_a_long_line
Song: Take A Long Line
By: Angels
Album: Their Finest Hour...and then some
Transcribed by: Russell Edwards [email protected]
[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:
[]Take []long []line
[E]Take a [D]long [E]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
Chorus
Bass rises rather than decending at end:
[] []With []him
Break:
[]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
[]Take []long []line
[]Take []long []line
[E]Take a [D]long, long, long [E]line
With [A]him
