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Capo: 3 Tuning: E A D G B E
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSHvXOHGC7o&list=RDsSHvXOHGC7o&t=15 The fourth and fifth lines of each verse have riffs, the timings for the first verse are shown as a guide. e |-----------------------|----------------|--------|------------| B |-----------------------|----------------|--------|----2----2--| G |------------2----------|----------------|--------|----2----2--| D |----2--2-------------0-|--2-------------|--------|----2----2--| A |-----------------4-----|--------------0-|-3b--3b-|--0----0----| E |-----------------------|------0----2----|--------|------------| Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he 1 2 3 4 e |------------------------|----------------------------| B |-----1-----1-----1---1--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-| G |-----2-----2-----2---2--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-| D |------------------------|------3b--3b-----------3b---| A |--0-----0-----0----0----|-0--------------0-----------| E |------------------------|----------------------------| been on the j-ob too long *********************************************************************** b bend quarter tone *********************************************************************** [Intro] A [Verse 1]
Well, it's Atwinkle, twinkle little star Well a -E long came Brady in his 'lectric car Well a'Egot a mean look right in his eye Gonna s

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hoot somebody just to see him die Well, he Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 2]
Well, ADuncan, Duncan was tending the bar Well aE-long come Brady with his shiny star Well EBrady says, Duncan, you are under arrest And

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Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest Yes, he Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 3]
Well its ABrady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong Well a'Ebreaking in here when my game's going on Well Ebreaking down the windows, knocking down the door um

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Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor Yes, you Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 4]
Well, Aold King Brady was a big fat man Well the Edoctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand Well he Efelt for his pulse, doctor said "An' I be

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lieve to my soul ole King Brady's dead" Yes, he Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 5]
Well a'Ahigh tailed carriages a'standing around Waiting to Etake King Brady to the burying ground Well Ehigh tailed carriages, rubber tired hack uh well, they

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took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back Yes, he Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 6]
Well, Awomen all heard King Brady was dead Well theyE go back home and re-rag in red Come a-Eslipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street In their

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big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet He Ambeen on the job too Along
[Verse 7]
Well,A Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong WellE breaking in here while my game's going on Well Ebreaking down the windows, knocking down the door And

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now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor Yes, you Ambeen on the job too Along