Take A Long Line

He was selling postcards
From a paper stand
Whiskey bottle in his withered hand
Put a finger on a photo
From an old magazine
Saw himself in the shadow of a dream
Found him with head
Inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank
And took him downtown
Called him agitator, a spy and thief
Shut him up in solitary third degree

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

He 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 in

Found him with his head
Inside a tin-pot crown
Told him his feet stank and
Took him downtown
Called him agitator, a spy and thief
Shut him up in solitary third degree
They put him aboard a well
Wound whirlwind
Pulled out his teeth and
They told him to grin
He gave em 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

Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long line, reel him in

Take a long line
Take a long line
Take a long long. long line, reel him in