Biography:
Dave Van Ronk (June 30, 1936 – February 10, 2002) was a folk singer born in Brooklyn, New York, who settled in Greenwich Village, New York City, and was nicknamed the "Mayor of MacDougal Street."
He was best known as a pioneer of the acoustic blues revival, but his work ranged from old English ballads to Bertolt Brecht, rock, New Orleans jazz, and swing. He was a pioneer of instrumental ragtime guitar, as well as an early supporter of Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell, among many others.
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The fourth and fifth lines of each verse have riffs, the timings for the first verse
are shown as a guide.
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Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he
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been on the j-ob too long
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[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
E
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
E
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye
N.C.
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
Am A
Well, he been on the job too long
[Verse 2]
A
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
E
Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
E
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
N.C.
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 3]
A
Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
[Verse 4]
A
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
E
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
E
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
N.C.
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead"
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 5]
A
Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
E
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
E
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
N.C.
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 6 ]
A
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
E
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
E
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
N.C.
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
Am A
He been on the job too long
[Verse 7]
A
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
The fourth and fifth lines of each verse have riffs, the timings for the first verse
are shown as a guide.
e |-----------------------|----------------|--------|------------|
B |-----------------------|----------------|--------|----2----2--|
G |------------2----------|----------------|--------|----2----2--|
D |----2--2-------------0-|--2-------------|--------|----2----2--|
A |-----------------4-----|--------------0-|-3b--3b-|--0----0----|
E |-----------------------|------0----2----|--------|------------|
Gon-na shoot so--me bo-dy just to see him die Well he
1 2 3 4
e |------------------------|----------------------------|
B |-----1-----1-----1---1--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-|
G |-----2-----2-----2---2--|----2---2---2-----2-------2-|
D |------------------------|------3b--3b-----------3b---|
A |--0-----0-----0----0----|-0--------------0-----------|
E |------------------------|----------------------------|
been on the j-ob too long
***********************************************************************
b bend quarter tone
***********************************************************************
[Intro]
A
[Verse 1]
A
Well, it's twinkle, twinkle little star
E
Well a - long came Brady in his 'lectric car
E
Well a'got a mean look right in his eye
N.C.
Gonna shoot somebody just to see him die
Am A
Well, he been on the job too long
[Verse 2]
A
Well, Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
E
Well a-long come Brady with his shiny star
E
Well Brady says, Duncan, you are under arrest
N.C.
And Duncan shot a hole right in Brady's chest
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 3]
A
Well its Brady, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well a'breaking in here when my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
um Now you're lying dead on the barroom floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
[Verse 4]
A
Well, old King Brady was a big fat man
E
Well the doctor reached out, grabbed hold of his hand
E
Well he felt for his pulse, doctor said
N.C.
"An' I believe to my soul ole King Brady's dead"
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 5]
A
Well a'high tailed carriages a'standing around
E
Waiting to take King Brady to the burying ground
E
Well high tailed carriages, rubber tired hack
N.C.
uh well, they took him to the graveyard but they didn't bring him back
Am A
Yes, he been on the job too long
[Verse 6 ]
A
Well, women all heard King Brady was dead
E
Well they go back home and re-rag in red
E
Come a-slipping and a-sliding and a-shuffling down the street
N.C.
In their big Mother Hubbards and their stocking feet
Am A
He been on the job too long
[Verse 7]
A
Well, Brady, Brady, well you know you done wrong
E
Well breaking in here while my game's going on
E
Well breaking down the windows, knocking down the door
N.C.
And now you're lying deaden on the bar-room floor
Am A
Yes, you been on the job too long
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