Duncan and Brady [1999-11-17: Durham, NH] Songtext
von Bob Dylan

That is twinkle, twinkle little star
Along come Brady in his electric car
But he′s got a mean look right in his eyes
He's gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
And he been on the job too long

Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
Along come Brady with his shining star
And Brady says, "Duncan, you are under arrest"
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady′s chest
As he been on the job too long

Well, Brady, Brady, Brady, well, you know you done wrong
Breakin' in here while my game's goin′ on
Breakin′ down the window, bustin' down the door
Now you lyin′ dead on the barroom floor
Well, you been on the job too long


Well, King Brady was a big fat man
Doctor reached up and he grabbed hold of his hand
Felt for the pulse, the doctor he said
I believe to my soul King Brady's dead
Yes, he been on the job too long

Well, them rubber-tired carriage standing around
Taking Brady to the burial ground
High-tired carriages, rubber-tired hack
Well, they took him to the graveyard, but they didn′t bring him back
And he been on the job too long

When the women they heard King Brady was dead
Well, they all go home and they re-ragged in red
Slippin' and a-slidin′, shufflin' down the street
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet
As he been on the job too long

Well, Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Breakin′ in here while my game′s goin' on
Bustin′ down the window, knockin' down the door
Now you lyin′ dead on the barroom floor
He been on the job too long