White House Blues Lyrics - Bill Monroe

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 the train 

From Buffalo to Washington" 

The Doc came a-running, he took off his specs 

He 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 

You shot my husband and I've got your gun 

I'm carrying you back, to Washington