White House Blues From Charlie Poole. 
 McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled Doc said to "McKinley, I can’t find that ball" From Buffalo to Washington 
 Roosevelt in the White House, he’s doin’ his best McKinley in the graveyard, he’s takin’ his rest He’s gone a long old time 
 Hush up little children, now don’t you fret You’ll draw a pension at your papa’s death From Buffalo to Washington 
 Roosevelt in the White House, drinkin’ out of a silver cup McKinley in the graveyard, he never wakes up He’s gone a long, long time 
 Ain’t but one thing that grieves my mind That is to die and leave my poor wife behind I’m gone a long old time 
 Look here little children, now don’t you fret You’ll draw a pension at your papa’s death From Buffalo to Washington 
 Standing at the station, just lookin’ at the time See if I could run it by half-past nine From Buffalo to Washington 
 Hey the train, she’s just on time She run a thousand miles from eight o’clock till nine From Buffalo to Washington 
 Yonder comes the train, she’s coming down the line Blowing at every station, Mr McKinley’s a-dyin’ It’s hard times, hard times 
 Look a-here, you rascal, you see what you’ve done You���ve shot my husband with that Iver Johnson gun Carry me back to Washington 
 Doc on the horse, he tore down through main Said to that horse, "You’ve got to outrun this train From Buffalo to Washington" 
 Doctor came a-running, taked off his specs 

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Said "Mr. McKinley, better cash in your checks 
You’re bound to die, bound to die" 
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