White House Blues

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled

Doc said, McKinley I can't find the cause

You're bound to die, you're bound to die"Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein

He said to the horse, "You gotta outrun the train

From Buffalo to Washington"The Doc came a-running, he took off his specs

He said, Mr McKinley better cash in your checks

You've bound to die, you're bound to die"Look here, you rascal, you see what you've done

You shot my husband with an Iver-Johnson gun

I'm carrying you back, to WashingtonRoosevelt's in the White House, he's doing his best

McKinley's in the graveyard, he's taking his rest

He's gone, for a long time