[00:00.00] 作词 : Thomas Rainer
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Thomas Rainer
[00:15.49]McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
[00:19.73]Doc said to McKinley, "I can't find that ball",
[00:25.75]From Buffalo to Washington
[00:28.54]Roosevelt in the White House, he's doing his best
[00:32.78]McKinley in the graveyard, he's taking his rest
[00:36.63]He's gone a long, long time
[00:41.28]Hush up, little children, now don't you fret
[00:45.27]You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
[00:48.94]From Buffalo to Washington
[00:53.59]Roosevelt in the White House drinking out of a silver cup
[00:57.60]McKinley in the graveyard, he'll never wake up
[01:01.34]He's gone a long, long time
[01:06.16]Ain't but one thing that grieves my mind
[01:09.66]That is to die and leave my poor wife behind
[01:13.46]I'm gone a long, long time
[01:17.99]Look here, little children, (don't) waste your breath
[01:21.82]You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
[01:25.41]From Buffalo to Washington
[01:41.92]Standing at the station just looking at the time
[01:45.75]See if I could run it by half past nine
[01:49.37]From Buffalo to Washington
[01:53.81]Came the train, she's just on time
[01:57.57]She run a thousand miles from eight o'clock 'till nine,
[02:01.10]From Buffalo to Washington
[02:05.61]Yonder comes the train, she's coming down the line
[02:09.42]Blowing in every station Mr. McKinley's a-dying
[02:13.16]It's hard times, hard times
[02:29.40]Look-it here you rascal, you see what you've done
[02:32.95]You've shot my husband with that Iver-Johnson gun
[02:36.62]Carry me back to Washington
[02:41.00]Doc's on the horse, he tore down his rein
[02:44.79]Said to that horse, "You've got to outrun this train"
[02:48.21]From Buffalo to Washington
[02:52.71]Doc come a-running, takes off his specs
[02:56.44]Said "Mr McKinley, better pass in your checks
[02:59.95]You're bound to die, bound to die"
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作词 : Thomas Rainer
作曲 : Thomas Rainer
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"