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Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he
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been on the j-ob too long
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
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Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
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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]
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Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
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Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
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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]
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Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
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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]
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Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
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Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
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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]
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Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
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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 ]
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Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
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Well they go back home and re-rag in red
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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]
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Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
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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
