Christopher Brady's Ole Lady

She held on her hand and

He had to comply

She spoke with her eyes and

Christopher Brady

Had meet his old lady

We drank

But no one bought a round

Everyone gathered

All those who mattered

To see who

Had caught the millionaire

When off came his top hat

And down came his hair

When he held on his hand and

She had to comply

He spoke with his eyes and

A beautiful lady

Became Mrs. Brady

Time came

To end a whopty doo

The old man of plenty

His young bride of twenty

When time to live a life of flaw

She merely wished

And it was there

She held on her hand and

He had to comply

She spoke with her eyes and

Christopher Brady

Would show us his lady

Years brought

An unexpected change

As Brady grew older

His misses got bolder

A young man

Would always wait below

When she pulled her shade down

Up he would go

But one night

The old man couldn't sleep

While out for her he

Looked up out there he

He held love

In silhouette betray

Quickly he shot'em

Right through the shades

He shot them dead

When he held on his hand and

She couldn't comply

He spoke with his eyes and

Christopher Brady

Just kissed his old lady

Goodbye