| Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little star
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| Up comes Brady in a 'lectric car
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| Got a mean look all 'round his eye
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| Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see them die
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| Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
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| In walked Brady with a shining star
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| And Brady says, «Duncan you are under arrest»
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| And Duncan shot a hole in Brady’s breast
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| Brady, Brady carried a .45
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| Said it would shoot half a mile
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| Duncan had a .44
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| That what laid Mr. Brady so low
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| Brady fell down on the barroom floor
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| «Please Mr. Duncan don' shoot me no more»
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| Women all cryin', ain’t it a shame
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| Shot King Brady, goin' shoot him again
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| «Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
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| Walkin' in the room when the game was goin' on
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| Knockin' down windows, breakin' down the door
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| Now you lyin' dead on the grocery floor
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| Women all heard that Brady was dead
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| Goes back home and they dresses in red
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| Come a sniffin' and a sighin' down the street
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| In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet
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| 'Cause he been on the job too long |