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
You shot 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 he's taking his rest
He's gone for a long time