White House Blues
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis
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Mc-Kinley - hollered - Mc-Kinley - squalled,
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The Doctor said "Mc-Kinley - I can’t find the cause,
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You’re bound to die - - you’re bound to die".
The Doctor told the horse, he’d throw down his rein,
He said to the horse you gotta outrun this train,
From Buffalo to Washington.
The doctor 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.
Roosevelt’s in the White House, doing his best,
McKinley’s in the graveyard taking his rest,
He’s gone, long gone.
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