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