Duncan and Brady Peter Tork and Shoe Suede Blues

Duncan, Duncan was a-tending bar
In walked Brady with a shiny star
Brady said, “Duncan, you are under arrest”
Duncan shot a hole in Brady’s chest

Brady fell down on the barroom floor
Said, “Please, Mr. Duncan, don’t shoot me no more”
Women crying and ain’t it a shame
Shot king Brady, gonna shoot him again

Mr. Brady said, “Why didn’t you run?
You ought not to face that forty-four gun
Brady, Brady, why didn’t you run?
You ought not to face that Gatling gun”

Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Break into my place with a game going on
Tearing down windows and knocking down doors
Now you’re lying dead on a Georgia floor

Children, children, now don’t you cry
You’re gonna get a penny now your daddy died
Children, children, now don’t you cry
Gonna get a penny now your daddy died

Women all heard that Brady was dead
They all went home and re-ragged in red
Slipping and a-sliding and a-coming down the street
In the big Mother Hubbard and their stocking feet