Duncan & Brady

Words & Music:

Traditional American

 

Covered by Bob Dylan, Leadbelly, Hoyt Axton and a host of others. Most pick & choose from the verses.  Some omit the chorus altogether.  David Hodge has an arrangement of this in the June 2007 issue of Acoustic Guitar.  The venerable Mudcat Cafˇ provided the Leadbelly lyrics.

 

1.  Version 1 by David Hodge

D                    Em    A

Down in St. Louis at 12th & Carr,

D              Em    A7      D

Big Bill Brady was a-tendin' bar.

D                       Em          A

In walked old Duncan, a star on his chest

D                    Em       A7     D

Duncan said, "Brady, you're under arrest."

 

CHORUS:

D    G     A          D          G     E7       A

Brady, why didn't you run?  Brady, you should-a run.

D    G     A          D

Brady, why didn't you run

D                       Em     E7          A7

When you saw Old Duncan comin' in with his gun?

 

2.  Version 2 by Bob Dylan

C

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

G

'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car

G

Got a mean look right in his eye

      C

Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die

   F                   C

He been on the job too long

 

Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar

'Long came Brady with his shiny star

"Duncan," said Brady, "you are under arrest"

Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest

He been on the job too long.

 

Old King Brady was a big, fat man

Doctor looked down, and took hold of his hand

reached for his pulse, the doctor said

"I believe to my soul, king Brady, you're dead"

He been on the job too long

 


Up upon the hillside, eight hundred at hand,

vases of roses standing around

[...] horses and a rubber-tired hack

bring him down to the graveyard, it won't bring him back.

He been on the job too long

 

When the women all heard King Brady was dead,

They went home and they'd be back in red [raggin' red?]

Slippin' and a-slidin', shuffelin' down the street,

In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet.

He been on the job too long

 

"Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong

breakin' in here when this game's  goin' on

Bustin' down the window, tearin' down the door

Now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor

You been on the job too long."

 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

'Long comes Brady in his 'lectric car

Got a mean look in his eye

Gonna shoot somebody jus' to watch him die

He been on the job too long.

   G                   C

He been on the job too long.

 

 

3.  Version 3 by Leadbelly

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.

 

 

4. Version 4 by Leadbelly

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 bar-room 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 snifflin' and a sighin' down the street,

In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet.

 

or [Up drives Brady in his 'lectric car]

 

 





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