Letra de Take A Long Line (Live At The Bridge Hotel)
He was selling postcards from a paper stand 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 dreamThey 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 degreeTake a long line Take a long line Take a long line Reel him inHe tried to appeal to the king of might Said "I'm just exercising 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 Take a long line Take a long line Reel him inThey 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 Take a long line Take a long line Reel him in