Lyrics and translation Bill Monroe - 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 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

Le Blues de la Maison Blanche

McKinley a crié, McKinley a beuglé
Le docteur a dit : "McKinley, je ne trouve pas la cause
Tu es destiné à mourir, tu es destiné à mourir"

Le docteur a dit au cheval qu'il lâcherait ses rênes
Il a dit au cheval : "Tu dois être plus rapide que le train
De Buffalo à Washington"

Le docteur est arrivé en courant, il a enlevé ses lunettes
Il a dit : "Monsieur McKinley, il vaut mieux encaisser vos chèques
Tu es destiné à mourir, tu es destiné à mourir"

Regarde, mon petit, tu vois ce que tu as fait
Tu as abattu mon mari et j'ai ton arme
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