The engine, she whistled all up and down the line,
Blowing at every station that McKinley was a-dyin’,
From Buffalo to Washington.
Roosevelt’s in the White House, drinking from a silver cup.
McKinley‘s in the graveyard, he never will never wake up.
He is gone, solid gone.
Loudon Wainwright III guitar, vocal
David Mansfield mandolin
Chaim Tannenbaum banjo
The nation was shook when anarchist Leon Czolgosz opened fire on William McKinley on September 6, 1901 at the Pan American Exposition in Buffalo. The doctors couldn’t find one of the bullets, gave up and closed the wound - he died about a week later of gangrene. The song pretty faithfully recounts the sad history, and when Poole recorded it in 1926, it must still have struck a chord. McKinley is not generally regarded as one of our best presidents, but he was the president.
Public Domain and, as adapted and arranged, published by Snowden Music (ASCAP) and Two Fourteen Music (Administered by Spirit One Music) (BMI)