McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled Doc said “McKinley I can't find the cause 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 “Mr 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 Shot down my husband and I've got your gun I'm carrying you back, to Washington
Well, Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best McKinley's in the graveyard taking his rest He's gone, for a long time
Compositor: William S Monroe (Price Albert) (BMI)Editor: Monroe-bill-music (BMI)Administração: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2328297 em 10/Abr/2024