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 this train From Buffalo to Washington The doc came a-running, he took off his specs 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 Shot down my husband and I've got your gun I'm carrying you back, to Washington Well, Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best McKinley's in the graveyard taking his rest He's gone, for a long time