Duncan and Brady

Original 1929 recording by Wilmer Watts and The Lonely Eagles (sometimes reloading this page helps)

Key of D (or C).  A murder song about shooting a policeman.


        Twinkle, twinkle, little star        along come Brady in his lectric car        you know he had a mean look, right in his eye        Gonna kill somebody just to see him die --               Duncan, Duncan, he was tending the bar        In comes Brady with his shiny star        He said "Now Duncan, you know you are under arrest"        And Duncan put a hole right in Brady's chest.        He'd been on the job too long.
        "Brady Brady Brady well you know you done wrong        Bustin in here with the games goin' on        Knockin down windows, knockin down doors --        Now you're lyin dead on the barroom floor.       
        Old King Brady was a big fat man        Duncan reached down took a hold of his hand        Felt for his pulse and then he shook his head        Said  "I believe to my soul King Brady is dead"        He'd been on the job too long.
        When the women found out that Brady was dead        Oh they goes back home and they dress in red        Come shufflin and a slidin and a cryin down the street        In them sweet little shimmies and them stockin feet               Them rubber tired buggies just waitin around        Took King Brady to his buryin ground        Them rubber tire buggies, them rubber tire hacks,        Took him to the graveyard never bring him back        He'd been on the job too long.

There is another version at ToneWay.