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

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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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