White House Blues Lyrics by Bill Monroe
Bill Monroe Lyrics
McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled
Doc said A“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 A“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/your Ivor Johnson 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
[Thanks to Paul Mitchell for corrections]
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