Текст песни Duncan & Brady - Chris Smither

Duncan & Brady

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Well, along comes Brady in his 'lectric car
Well, he got a mean look in his eye
And he gonna shoot somebody jus' to see him die
He been on the job too long

Duncan, oh, Duncan, he was tending the bar
Well, along come Brady with his shiny star
Well, Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest"
Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
He been on the job too long

Well, Old King Brady was a big fat man
The Doctor reached out, he grab hold of his hand
Felt for his pulse, shook his head, said
"I believe, to my soul, King Brady's dead
You know he's been on the job too long"

Well, Brady, oh, Brady you know you done wrong
You come bustin' in here while my game goin' on
Bustin' outta my window, knocking' down my door
And now you lyin' dead on the barroom floor
Yeah, you been on the job too long

When the ladies found out that Brady was dead
They went back home, they re-rag in red
They come slippin', slidin', shufflin' down the street
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
They think he been on the job too long

Well, he got rubber-tired carriages rollin' on down
Just to take King Brady to the buryin' ground
Well, rubber-tired carriages and rubber-tired hacks
They took him to the graveyard and he can't come back
Been on the job too long
You know he been on the job
You know he's been on the job too long