Brady told his wife farewell and got into his car
Heard there was a game going on down at 12th & Carr
He would not be there long

Brady blew on down the road with iron in his eyeballs
Feared by all who heard his name and sworn to control evil
He would not be there long

Meanwhile on the barroom floor the dice had all but landed
Each man shook 'em one. two. three. and then they put their hands in
He would not be there long

The game was filled with no names who up to this point had rambled
Soon as they heard Brady's car out the front door they scrambled
He would not be there long

Brady stepped in with a grin and locked the door behind him
He grabbed the nearest gambling man and started to align him
He would not be there long

Harry Duncan saw this sheriff had a mind to stop him
So he drew his .44 to Brady's back and shot him
He would not be there long

They carted old John Brady home where he died of bleedin'
For which Missouri gave his wife a lifetime of not needin'
He would not be there long

The stories traveled fast and far, built up quite a legend
For Harry Duncan who'd been crowned the newest crooked lawman
He would not be there long

Sheriff John Brady stormed through hell with hate that scared the devil
Saying "oh Duncan just you wait 'till I get me a shovel"
He would not be there long