Backstreet Girls - 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
 
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 Take a long line x3
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 , 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