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