#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# 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: [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
