Bob Dylan - Duncan And Brady lyrics

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