Duncan And Brady Ukulele tab

	  
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Intro 
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verse 1 
           A 
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star 
        E 
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car 
       E 
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye 
       N.C. 
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die 
         Am                  A 
Well, he been on the job too long 

verse 2 
      A 
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar 
      E 
Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star 
     E 
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest 
    N.C. 
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest 
        Am                  A 
Yes, he been on the job too long 

verse 3 
         A 
Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong 
       E 
Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on 
     E 
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door 
   N.C. 
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor 
         Am                  A 
Yes, you been on the job too long 

verse 4 
      A 
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man 
         E 
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand 
        E 
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said 
         N.C. 
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead" 
        Am                  A 
Yes, he been on the job too long 

Verse 5 
       A 
Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around 
           E 
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground 
     E 
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack 
              N.C. 
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back 
        Am                  A 
Yes, he been on the job too long 

Verse 6  
      A 
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead 
         E 
Well they go back home and re-rag in red 
       E 
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street 
         N.C. 
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet 
   Am                  A 
He been on the job too long 

Verse 7 
     A 
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong 
    E 
Well breaking in here while my game's going on 
     E 
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door 
    N.C. 
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor 
         Am                  A 
Yes, you been on the job too long