Duncan Jordan was tending his bar When in walked Brady with his shiny star Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest," Then Duncan shot a hole in Brady's chest
Brady fell down on the barroom floor Please Mr. Duncan don’t shoot me no more The ladies all cryin’ Lord ain’t it a shame He shot King Brady gonna shoot him again
Brady, Brady carried a .45 Said it would shoot a half a mile Duncan just had an old .44 That’s what laid Mr. Brady so low
Brady, Brady, Brady you know you done wrong Bust in here with a game going on Knocking in my windows and breaking down my door Now you’re lying dead on the barroom floor
When the ladies all heard Sheriff Brady was dead They all go back home and dress up in red Come slipping’ and slidin’ walking down the street In their big Mother Hubbard and their stocking feet
Brady, Brady, Brady you know you done wrong Bust in here with a game going on Damn so loose from the night before Didn’t want to owe me money You don’t owe me no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
