Listen to White House Blues song with lyrics from Preston Young

White House Blues

Preston Young1 Aug 2008

White House Blues Lyrics

White House Blues - Preston Young

McKinley hollered

 

McKinley squalled

 

Doc said 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 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 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 time

 

Look here little children

 

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 was 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 and

I've Johnson gun

Gave his badge to Washington

 

Doc's on the horse he tore down his rein

 

Said to that horse

You've got to out run this train

From Buffalo

 

To Washington

 

Doc came a running takes off his specs

 

Said Mr McKinley better pass in your checks

You're bound to die

 

 

Bound to die