Hey, Mr. McKinley Why didn’t you run? See that man a-comin’ with a Johnson forty-one From Buffalo to Washington 
Doctor, Doctor, Do all you can, A man just shot my husband with a handkerchief over his hand From Buffalo to Washington 
Doctor comes a-runnin’ Takes off his specs Says, "Mr. McKinley, you’ve done cashed your checks" From Buffalo to Washington 
Mrs. McKinley in Brooklyn, Dressed all in red Weepin’ and a-moanin’ for her husband was dead From Buffalo to Washington 
Jailer said to Zolgotz, "What ya doin here?" Took and shot McKinley, gonna take the electric chair From Buffalo to Washington 
Zolgotz told the jailer, "Treat me like a man, You know that when I die, I got to go to Dixieland." From Buffalo to Washington 
Roosevelt’s in the White House Doin’ his best McKinley’s in the gravehard, he’s takin’ his rest He’s gone a long, long time. 
Hush, little children, Don’t you fret; You know you’ll draw a pension as your poppa’s dead From Buffalo to Washington 
Hey, Mr. McKinley Why didn’t you run? See that man a-comin’ with a Johnson forty-one From Buffalo to Washington 
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