Bill Monroe - White House Blues Lyrics
McKinley hollered , McKinley squalledDoc said ?McKinley I can't find the causeYou're bound to die, you're bound to dieDoc told the horse, he'd throw down his reinHe said to the horse you gotta outrun this trainFrom Buffalo to WashingtonThe doc came a-running, he took off his specsSaid ?Mr Mckinley better cash in your checksYou've bound to die, you're bound to dieLook here, you rascal, you see what you've doneShot down my husband and I've got your gunI'm carrying you back, to WashingtonWell, Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his bestMcKinley's in the graveyard taking his restHe's gone, for a long time