Down in St. Louis at Twelfth and Carr,
Big Bill Brady was a-tendin' bar.
In came old Duncan, a star on his chest.
Duncan says, "Brady, your under 'rrest."
 
Chorus
Brady, why didn't you run?
Brady, you should'a run!
Brady, why didn't you run,
When you seen Black Duncan with his gatling gun?

Duncan and his brother was playing pool
When Brady came in acting a fool;
He shot him once, he shot him twice,
Saying, "I don't make my living by shooting dice!"
 
"Brady, Brady, don't you know you done wrong
To come in my house when my game was going on?
I told you half a dozen times before,
And now you lie dead on my barroom floor!"
 
Brady went to hell lookin' mighty curious,
The devil says, "Where you from?"  "East St. Louis."
"Well, pull off your coat and step this way,
For I've been expecting you every day!"
 
When the girls heard Brady was dead
They went up home and put on red,
And came down town singin' this song -
"Brady's struttin' in hell with his Steston on!"
 
Final Chorus
Brady, where you at?
Brady, where you at?
Brady, where you at?
Struttin' in hell with his Steston hat!"