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 roemcs@melb.alexia.net.au
[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
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 roemcs@melb.alexia.net.au
[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
