Duncan and Brady
Twinkle, twinkle like this star.
Yonder goes Brady on a 'lectric car.
Makin' his way to the freedom land.
He's gonna kill him a sucker like a bullnose man.
Been on the job too long

Brady was a worker on the telephone wire.
'Long come Duncan with a shinin' star.
Looked ol' Brady right through the specs
He says, "There's no use in talkin', Brady, get your check."
Been on the job too long

Brady replied and he answered, "No."
Duncan showed him a sight that was never before.
Says, "Now, Brady, you are running your risk."
Oh, Duncan shot a hole through Brady's chest
Been on the job too long

Brady had a little .25.
Kill a man about a half a mile.
Duncan had a big .44.
Well, he laid old Brady in the barroom floor.
'Cause he'd been on the job too long

Early in the morning, just about nine
Horses [and their hacks all pullin' the] line
White and the black all gathered around.
They're gonna take Mr. Brady to the buryin' ground.
Been on the job too long

Brady went to hell with a crutch under his arm.
Says, "Mr Devil, well I ain't here long."
Devil says, "Brady, just this-a way.
Well, there's never been a sucker here that ever got away."
Been on the job too long

Brady had a little .25.
Kill a man about a half a mile.
Duncan had a big .44.
Well, he laid old Brady in the barroom floor.
'Cause he'd been on the job too long

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