Title: Bluegrass Lyrics - White house blues

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White house blues 
Look here, you rascal, what you've done Shot down my husband with your lver-Johnson gun Carry me back, to Washington 
He jumped on his horse he pulled on his mane Said come on horse hotta outrun this train 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 
There's just one thing that troubles my mind And that is to die and leave my poor wife behind I'm bound to die I'm bound to die 
Now hush up you children and don't you fret You'll draw a pension after your pappy's dead I'll be gonna a long long time 
Yonder comes a train it's coming down the line Blowing at every station Mr.Mckinley a-dying It's hard times, it's hard time 
Well, Roosevelt's in the White house, he's doing his best 
Mckinley's in the grave yard taking his rest He's gone, he's gone