Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar,
in walked Brady with a shining star1
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
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