White House Blues Lyrics
White House Blues - Charlie Poole and 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 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
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