Peter Stampfel - New White House Blues lyrics
[Peter Stampfel - New White House Blues lyrics]
McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
Doc said "McKinley, I can't find the ball
You’re bound to die, you’re bound to die"
Look here you rascal, see what you've done
You've shot my husband with
That Iver Johnson gun
I’m taking you back to Washington
Just got the word that the man who’s to blame
Is the anarchist from Detroit and
Czolgosz is his name
We’re taking him back to Washington
Doc came running, took off his specs
Said "Mr McKinley
Better cash in your checks
You're bound to die, bound to die"
There comes the train, ninety coaches long
Runs a hundred miles from
Еight o'clock 'till nine
From Buffalo to Washington
Hush up little children, don’t you wail
Wе’re gonna get Roosevelt
Could’ve been a quail buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt’s in the White House
Doing his best
McKinley in the graveyard, taking in his rest
He's gone, McKinley’s gone
Roosevelt’s in the White House drinking
From a silver cup
McKinley’s in the graveyard, never wakin’ up
He's gone, long gone
Doc said "McKinley, I can't find the ball
You’re bound to die, you’re bound to die"
Look here you rascal, see what you've done
You've shot my husband with
That Iver Johnson gun
I’m taking you back to Washington
Just got the word that the man who’s to blame
Is the anarchist from Detroit and
Czolgosz is his name
We’re taking him back to Washington
Doc came running, took off his specs
Said "Mr McKinley
Better cash in your checks
You're bound to die, bound to die"
There comes the train, ninety coaches long
Runs a hundred miles from
Еight o'clock 'till nine
From Buffalo to Washington
Hush up little children, don’t you wail
Wе’re gonna get Roosevelt
Could’ve been a quail buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt’s in the White House
Doing his best
McKinley in the graveyard, taking in his rest
He's gone, McKinley’s gone
Roosevelt’s in the White House drinking
From a silver cup
McKinley’s in the graveyard, never wakin’ up
He's gone, long gone