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 the train   From Buffalo to Washington"      The Doc came a-running, he took off his specs   He 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 down my husband and I've got your gun   I'm carrying you back, to Washington      Roosevelt's in the White House, he's doing his best   McKinley's in the graveyard, he's taking his rest   He's gone, for a long time