Duncan And Brady

e |-----------------------|----------------|--------|------------| B |-----------------------|----------------|--------|----2----2--| G |------------2----------|----------------|--------|----2----2--| D |----2--2-------------0-|--2-------------|--------|----2----2--| A |-----------------4-----|--------------0-|-3b--3b-|--0----0----| E |-----------------------|------0----2----|--------|------------| Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he 1 2 3 4 e |------------------------|----------------------------| B |-----1-----1-----1---1--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-| G |-----2-----2-----2---2--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-| D |------------------------|------3b--3b-----------3b---| A |--0-----0-----0----0----|-0--------------0-----------| E |------------------------|----------------------------| Intro verse 1 Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car Well a'got a mean look right in his eye N.C. Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die Well, he been on the job too long verse 2 Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest N.C. And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest Yes, he been on the job too long verse 3 Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door N.C. um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor Yes, you been on the job too long verse 4 Well, old King Brady was a big fat man Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said N.C. "An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead" Yes, he been on the job too long Verse 5 Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack N.C. uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back Yes, he been on the job too long Verse 6 Well, women all heard King Brady was dead Well they go back home and re-rag in red Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street N.C. In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet He been on the job too long Verse 7 Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Well breaking in here while my game's going on Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door N.C. And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor Yes, you been on the job too long