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, 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, 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, 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”