Duncan and Brady - Dave Van Ronk

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 floor

Women all heard that Brady was dead

Goes back home and they dresses in red

Come a sniffin' and a sighin' down the street

In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet

'Cause he been on the job too long