McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled
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Doc said A¡°McKinley I can't find the cause
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You're bound to die, you're bound to die
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Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein
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He said to the horse you gotta outrun this train
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From Buffalo to Washington
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The doc came a-running, he took off his specs
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Said A¡°Mr Mckinley better cash in your checks
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You've bound to die, you're bound to die
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Look here, you rascal, you see what you've done
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Shot down my husband and I've got your gun
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I'm carrying you back, to Washington
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Well, Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best
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McKinley's in the graveyard taking his rest
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He's gone, for a long time
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White House Blues
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| Bill Monroe |
