Take a long line

He was selling postcards from a paper stand A whiskey bottle in his withered hand He put a finger on a photo from an old magazine And saw himself in the shadow of his dream They found him with his head inside a tin-pot crown Told him his feet stank and took him downtown Called him agitator, spy and thief Shut him up in solitary third degree D E Take a long line x3 A , reel him in He tried to appeal to the king of might He said "I'm just excercising my sacred right" The king he said "You ain't got no rights You're a madman, a traitor, get outta my sight" Take a long line, reel him in Solo: C G Bm E They put him aboard a well wound whirlwind Pulled out his teeth and told him to grin He gave them a smile, pulled out a bottle of wine And said "I never existed, you've been wasting your time" Take a long line, reel him in