Duncan And Brady chords by Dave Van Ronk

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   Gon-na shoot  so--me  bo-dy just to see him die Well he

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Intro
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verse 1
      A
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
    E
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
    E
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye
    N.C.
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
     Am         A
Well, he been on the job too long

verse 2
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Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
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Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
   E
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
  N.C.
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
    Am         A
Yes, he been on the job too long

verse 3
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Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
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Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on
   E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
  N.C.
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
     Am         A
Yes, you been on the job too long

verse 4
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Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
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Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
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Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
     N.C.
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead"
    Am         A
Yes, he been on the job too long

Verse 5
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Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
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Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
   E
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
       N.C.
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
    Am         A
Yes, he been on the job too long

Verse 6
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Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
     E
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
    E
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
     N.C.
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
  Am         A
He been on the job too long

Verse 7
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Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
  E
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
   E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
  N.C.
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor
     Am         A
Yes, you been on the job too long