Take a Long Line

He was selling post cards from a paper stand The whiskey bottle in his withered hand Put his finger on a photo from an old magazine Saw himself in the shadow of his dream 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 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, traitor, get out of my sight Take a long line Take a long line Take a long line Reel him in They found him with his hеad 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 dеgree Then they put him aboard a well wound whirlwind Pulled out his teeth and they 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 Take a long line Take a long line Take a long line Reel him in, ooh Take a long line Take a long line Take a long, long, long, long, line Reel him in