McKinley's Gone

McKinley's Gone

Now look here, you rascal, you see what you've done

You shot my husband with Iver Johnson's gun

Carrying me back to Washington

He jumped on his horse, he'd throw down to rein

He said to the horse you gotta outrun this train

From Buffalo to Washington

The doc come a-running, he took off his specs

Said "Mr. McKinley better cash in your checks

You'll be gone, a long, long time

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled

Doc said "McKinley I can't find the ball

You're bound to die, you're bound to die

Now hush up your children don't you fret

You draw a pension if your pop is dead

I'll be gone a long, long time

I just want to think to squeeze my mind

That is my diary before I'm behind

I'm bound to die, I'm bound to die

Standing at the station, looking at the time

And the trains due in at half past nine

From Buffalo to Washington

Yonder comes the train, she's coming down the line

Going down every station, Mr. McKinley is dying

It's hard time, it's hard time

Now, Roosevelt's in the White House, drinking out of silver cup

McKinley's in the graveyard, he'll never wake up

He's gone, he's gone