Brad's Song -

He’s a sitting man

People fear his words

Like they used to fear his hand

Don’t get on his bad side

That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man

Got a tongue just like a knife

His head was full of dreams

But he don’t forget his hometown

As easy as it seems

You can call us mislead youth

He’d be the voice of reason

The resounding voice of truth

But don’t get on his bad side

That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man

Got a tongue just like a knife

Once again he’d stand

Skim across the water

Just a tiny bag of sand

He’d take a trip on back down

With a white cloud below us

He’d head on back to Redgate road

Don’t get on his bad side

That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man

Got a tongue just like a knife

Don’t get on his bad side