Gordon Bok - Duncan and brady

^GDuncan, Duncan was tending the bar ^CIn walks Brady with his shiny ^Dstar ^GBrady says, "Duncan, you are under a^Ebrrest" ^DDuncan

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shot a hole in Brady's breast^G

^GBrady carried a Forty-Five ^CSaid it would shoot a half a ^Dmile ^GDuncan carried a Forty-^EbFour ^DThat's

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what laid Mister Brady so low^G

^GBrady fell down on the barroom floor "^CPlease Mister Duncan don't shoot me no ^Dmore" ^GWomen all cryin', ain't it a ^Ebshame ^DShot

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King Brady, gonna shoot him again^G

"^GMister Brady, Mister Brady, you know you done wrong You ^Cbusted in my parlour when the game was goin' ^Don ^GKnocking down the tables, breaking down the ^Ebdoor ^DNow

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you're dripping blood on my barroom floor^G"

^GWell, the women all heard, Brady was dead They ^Cgo back home and they dresses in ^Dred ^GSniffing and a sighing down the ^Ebstreet In their ^Dbig

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mother hubbards and their stockinged feet^G