Lyrics and translation Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys - White House Blues

White House Blues

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 my husband with an Iver-Johnson 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

White House Blues

McKinley hurlait, McKinley pleurait
Doc dit, McKinley, je ne trouve pas la cause
Tu es destiné à mourir, tu es destiné à mourir"

Doc dit au cheval, il lâcherait sa bride
Il dit au cheval, "Tu dois dépasser le train
De Buffalo à Washington"

Le Doc courut, il retira ses lunettes
Il dit, M. McKinley, il vaut mieux encaisser vos chèques
Tu es destiné à mourir, tu es destiné à mourir"

Écoute, coquin, tu vois ce que tu as fait
Tu as tiré sur mon mari avec un Iver-Johnson
Je te ramène à Washington

Roosevelt est à la Maison Blanche, il fait de son mieux
McKinley est au cimetière, il se repose
Il est parti, pour longtemps