Whitehouse Blues (with The North Carolina Ramblers)

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 doing his best
 McKinley in the graveyard, he's taking his rest
 He's gone a long, long 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 drinking out of a silver cup
 McKinley in the graveyard, he'll never wake 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, long time
 Look here, little children, (don't) waste your breath
 You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
 From Buffalo to Washington
 Standing at the station just looking at the time
 See if I could run it by half past nine
 From Buffalo to Washington
 Came 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 in every station Mr. McKinley's a-dying
 It's hard times, hard times
 Look-it 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's on the horse, he tore down his rein
 Said to that horse, "You've got to outrun this train"
 From Buffalo to Washington
 Doc come a-running, takes off his specs
 Said "Mr McKinley, better pass in your checks
 You're bound to die, bound to die"