| 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 | D | E | |
| Take a | long | line |
| E | D | E | |
| Take a | long | line x 2 |
| E/D | E/C# | A | |
| With | 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 | A | |
| With | him |
| Break: |
| C | G | F# | A | Ab | |
| x2 |
| C | D | C# | A | Ab | |
| x2 |
| 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 | D | E | |
| Take a | long | line |
| E | D | E | |
| Take a | long | line |
| E | D | E | |
| Take a | long, long, long | line |
| A | |
| With | him |
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