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McKinley hollered , McKinley squalled |
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Doc said "McKinley I can't find the cause |
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You're bound to die, you're bound to die" |
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Doc told the horse, he'd throw down his rein |
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He said to the horse you gotta outrun this train |
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From Buffalo to Washington |
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The doc came a-running, he took off his specs |
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Said "Mr Mckinley better cash in your checks |
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You've bound to die, you're bound to die" |
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Look here, you rascal, you see what you've done |
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Shot down my husband and I've got your gun |
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I'm carrying you back, to Washington |
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Well, Roosevelt's in the White House, doing his best |
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McKinley's in the graveyard taking his rest |
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He's gone, for a long time |