Take A Long Line

He was selling postcards 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

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

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 and 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 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

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