Lyrics:

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 more