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Êîììåíòàðèé: "Their Finest Hour...and then some"
Take A Long Line
AThis 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: ATake a Dlong Eline
ETake a Dlong Eline } x 2
E/D E/C#With Ahim
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/AbWith Ahim
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
ATake a Dlong Eline
ETake a Dlong Eline
ETake a Dlong, long, long Eline
With Ahim
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