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The Ballad of Duncan and Brady (US Trad)

(Nathan Rogers)
Well it's twinkle, twinkle little star
When in come Brady and his 'lectric car
He's got a mean look right in his eye
He's gonna shoot somebody just to see him die.
He's been on the job too long.

Well Duncan, Duncan, Duncan was tendin' bar when in come Brady and a big shiny star
Brady said "Duncan, you're under arrest."
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest.
Been on the job too long.

"Now Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you've done wrong.
You come a bustin' in here with my game goin' on.
Breakin' in the windows, Lord, knockin' down the door
And now you're lying dead upon my barroom floor 'cause you
Been on the job too long.

Old King Brady was a big fat man
The doctor reached up, took hold of his hand
Felt for a pulse and the doctor he said
"Well I believe unto my soul that King Brady's dead.
He's been on the job too long.

When the womem all heard King Brady was dead
They went back home, re-ragged in red
Slippin', shufflin', slidin' down the street
In their Old Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet and
They've been on the job too long.

So it's high-tailed carriages waitin' around
They're gonna take King Brady to the bury'in ground
High-tailed carriages, rubber-tired hacks
They're gonna take him to the graveyard
They ain't gonna bring him back
He's been on the job too long.

Well it's twinkle, twinkle little star
When in come Brady and his 'lectric car
He's got a mean look right in his eye
He's gonna shoot somebody just to see him die.
He's been on the job too long.