Dave Van Ronk - Duncan and Brady lyrics

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Well, a twinkle, twinkle, little star

Well along comes Brady in his 'lectric car

Well he got a mean look right in his eye

Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see him die

Well, he been on the job too long

Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar

Well, along come Brady with his shining star

Well, Brady says, "Duncan you are under arrest"

Hmmm Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest

Yes, he been on the job too long

Well "Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong

Well breaking in here while my games goin' on

Well breaking down the windows, knocking' down the stuff

Uhuh, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor.

Yes, you been on the job too long

Well Old King Brady was a big fat man,

Doctor reached out, grab hold of his hand,

Felt for his pulse, "Doctor," he said,

"I believe, to my soul, King Brady's dead.

Yes, he been on the job too long

Well high-tailed carriages standin' all around,

Well just takin' Brady to his buryin' ground,

Well, high-tailed carriages, rubber-tired hack,

Now take him to the graveyard, ain't goin' to bring him back.

Yes, he been on the job too long

Well, Women all heard King Brady was dead,

Go back home and they rerag in red

Come slippin', slidin, and shufflin' down the street,

In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet.

He been on the job too long

Well "Brady, Brady well you know you done wrong

Well breaking in here while my gigs goin' on

Well breaking down the windows, knocking' down the stuff

And, now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor.

You been on the job too long