Текст песни Take A Long Line - Live - The Angels

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This is it folks, over the top

Well, he was selling postcards from a paper stand
Whisky bottle in his withered hand
Got his finger on a photo from an old magazine
Saw himself in the shadow of a dream

Found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
Called him agitator, spy 'n' a thief
Shut him up in solitary, third degree

Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line
Reel him in

Tried to appeal to the king of might
He said, "I'm just exercising my sacred right"
The king he said, "You ain't got no right
You're a bad, bad traitor, get outta my sight"

Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line
Reel him in

Found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank and took him downtown
Called him agitator, spy 'n' a thief
Shut him up in solitary, third degree

Then they put him aboard a well-wound whirlwind
Pulled out his teeth and they told him to grin
He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine
Said, "I never existed, you've been wasting your time"

Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line
Reel him in

So, take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line
Reel him in

So take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long, long, long, long line
Reel him in
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