Duncan & Brady
Traditional
Dylan version
Recorded by Leadbelly and others
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Twinkle,
twinkle, twinkle, little star
Up comes Brady in a 'lectric car
Got a mean look all 'round his eye
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see them die
Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
In walked Brady with a shining star
And Brady says, "Duncan you are under arrest
And Duncan shot a hole in Brady's breast.
Brady, Brady carried a '45,
Said it would shoot half a mile,
Duncan had a '44
That what laid Mr. Brady so low.
Brady fell down on the barroom floor,
"Please Mr. Duncan don' shoot me no more
Women all cryin, ain't it a shame,
Shot King Brady, goin' shoot him again.
"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Walkin' in the room when the game was goin' on
Knockin down windows, breakin' down the door
Now you lyin' dead on the grocery [barroom] floor.
Women all heard that Brady was dead,
Goes back home and they dresses in red.
Come a snifflin' and a sighin' down the street,
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet.
Note: Leadbelly
omitted the first verse
others have added the chorus:
'Cause he been on the job
too long
From: Cover Songs Performed by Bob
Dylan http://www.bobsboots.com/info.html
Dylan is known for re-writing
the lyrics of songs.
Sometimes from show to show.
Sometimes intentionally, most times by mistake.
While it is far beyond our scope to transcribe lyrics, we've
done so for the below version(s) as an added bonus.
Duncan &
Brady 100702
Transcribed by bobsboots.com
from Tehama Fairgrounds Red Bluff, CA Oct. 7, 2002
Twinkle,
twinkle, little star
Up came Brady in his 'lectri
zar
Got a mean look right in his
eyes
Shoot somebody jus' to see
'em die
He been on the job too long
Duncan, Dunc was a tendin'
the bar
'Long Came Brady with his
shininy star
Brady said "Duncan you are
under arrest"
And Duncan shot a hole right
in Brady's chest.
He been on the job
too long
When the women all heard King Brady was dead,
They ran on home an' dee dee
rack in red.
Slippin' and a slidin' from
somethin' on the street,
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet.
He been on the job
too long
Ol' King Brady was a big fat boy,
Doctor looked down an' a thone in his hand
Place was buzzin' the doctor said
"I believe to my soul King Brady's dead"
He been on the job too long
Brady, Brady, Brady,
no you know you done wrong
Breakin' in here when a
ga-sames goin' on
'Bout every window, manail
on a door
Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor.
He been on the job
too long
Brady, Brady, Brady,
no you know you done wrong
Breakin' in here when this
game is goin' on
Knockin' on the window,
beatin' on the door
Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor.
He been on the job
too long
Been on the job too
long
Been on the job too
long
Been on the job too
long
Transcribed by bobsboots.com
from Tehama Fairgrounds Red Bluff, CA Oct. 7, 2002
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