文本歌词

White House Blues - Charlie Poole
Mckinley hollered
Mckinley squalled
Doc said to Mckinley
I can't find that ball
From buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt in the white house
He's doing his best
Mckinley in the graveyard
He's taking his rest
He's gone a long time
Hush up little children
Now don't you fret
You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
From buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt in the white house
Drinking out of a silver cup
Mckinley in the graveyard
He'll never wake up
He's gone a long time
Ain't but one thing that grieves my mind
That is to die and leave my poor wife behind
I'm gone a long time
Look here little children
Don't waste your breath
You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
From buffalo to Washington
Standing at the station
Just looking at the time
See if I could run it by half past nine
From buffalo to Washington
Came the train she's just on time
She run a thousand miles
From eight o'clock till nine
From buffalo to Washington
Yonder comes the train
She's coming down the line
Blowing in every station Mr Mckinley's a dying
It's hard times hard times
Look it here you rascal
You see what you've done
You've shot my husband with
That Iver Johnson gun
Carry me back to Washington
Doc's on the horse
He tore down his rein
Said to that horse
You've got to outrun this train
From buffalo to Washington
Doc come a running
Takes off his specs
Said Mr Mckinley
Better pass in your checks
You're bound to die
Bound to die