Written By: Charlie Poole
Appears on: Unreleased
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McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled
C G
Doc said “McKinley I can't find the ball
D G
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 to 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 down my husband and I've got your gun
I'm carrying you back, to Washington
Yonder comes the train, she’s coming down the line
Blowing in every station that McKinley’s a-dying
It’s hard times, hard times.
Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best
McKinley's in the graveyard taking his rest
He's gone, for a long time
