Duncan and Brady
Twinkle, twinkle, little star G 'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look right in his eye C Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die F C He been on the job too long Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar 'Long came Brady with his shiny star "Duncan," said Brady, "you are under arrest" Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest He been on the job too long. Old King Brady was a big, fat man Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand reached for his pulse, the doctor said "I believe to my soul, king Brady, you're dead" He been on the job too long Up upon the hillside, eight hundred at hand, vases of roses standing around [...] horses and a rubber-tired hack bring him down to the graveyard, it won't bring him back. He been on the job too long When the women all heard King Brady was dead, They went home and they'd be re-ragged in red *) Slippin' and a-slidin', shuffelin' down the street, In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet. He been on the job too long "Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong breakin' in here when this game's goin' on Bustin' down the window, tearin' down the door Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor You been on the job too long." Twinkle, twinkle, little star 'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car Got a mean look in his eye Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die He been on the job too long. G C He been on the job too long.
Written by: TOM RUSH
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