Whitehouse Blues
Charlie Poole & The North Carolina Ramblers Lyrics


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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"

Overall Meaning

"Whitehouse Blues" is a song by Charlie Poole and the North Carolina Ramblers, recorded in 1926. The song is about the assassination of US President William McKinley in 1901 and the subsequent rise of Theodore Roosevelt. The song opens with the lines "McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled, Doc said to McKinley, 'I can't find that ball'." These lines are a reference to the assassination of President McKinley, who was shot by anarchist Leon Czolgosz while attending the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York. McKinley's doctors were unable to find the bullet, and he died of gangrene eight days later.


The lyrics go on to reference Roosevelt, who became president after McKinley's death. The line "Roosevelt in the White House, he's doing his best" reflects the public's initial optimism about Roosevelt's ability to lead the country in the aftermath of McKinley's assassination. The song contains several references to the distance between Buffalo, where McKinley was shot, and Washington, where the government is located. The lines "From Buffalo to Washington" are repeated throughout the song, emphasizing the geographic span of the events being described.


Line by Line Meaning

McKinley hollered, McKinley squalled
McKinley cried and moaned in pain


Doc said to McKinley, 'I can't find that ball'
The doctor told McKinley that he couldn't find the bullet


From Buffalo to Washington
From the city where McKinley was shot to the nation's capital


Roosevelt in the White House, he's doing his best
The new President, Theodore Roosevelt, is trying his best to lead the country


McKinley in the graveyard, he's taking his rest
McKinley is dead and buried in the cemetery


He's gone a long, long time
He has been dead for a long time


Hush up, little children, now don't you fret
Children should be quiet and not worry because their father will receive a pension after he dies


You'll draw a pension at your papa's death
The children will receive financial support when their father dies


Roosevelt in the White House drinking out of a silver cup
Roosevelt is now President and enjoying the good life


McKinley in the graveyard, he'll never wake up
McKinley is dead and will never come back to life


He's gone a long, long time
He has been dead for a long time


Ain't but one thing that grieves my mind
The only thing that troubles my mind


That is to die and leave my poor wife behind
The thought of dying and leaving his wife alone is troubling


I'm gone a long, long time
I will be dead for a long time


Look here, little children, (don't) waste your breath
Children should save their breath and not worry about their future


Standing at the station just looking at the time
Waiting at the train station and checking the time


See if I could run it by half past nine
Trying to catch the train to Washington by 9:30am


Came the train, she's just on time
The train arrived on schedule


She run a thousand miles from eight o'clock 'till nine
The train traveled a thousand miles in one hour


Yonder comes the train, she's coming down the line
The train is approaching the station


Blowing in every station Mr. McKinley's a-dying
The train is announcing that McKinley is dying in every station


It's hard times, hard times
These are difficult times


Look-it here you rascal, you see what you've done
Addressing the shooter, blaming him for what he did


You've shot my husband with that Iver-Johnson gun
Accusing the shooter of using an Iver-Johnson gun to shoot her husband


Carry me back to Washington
Asking to be taken back to Washington, presumably to be with her husband during his last moments


Doc's on the horse, he tore down his rein
The doctor is riding a horse and urging it to go faster


Said to that horse, 'You've got to outrun this train'
The doctor is telling his horse to run faster than the train


Doc come a-running, takes off his specs
The doctor arrives running and takes off his glasses


Said 'Mr McKinley, better pass in your checks
The doctor tells McKinley that he is going to die


You're bound to die, bound to die'
You will definitely die




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@MattHall

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"



@SigP229R

+Slashplite 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"



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@Lisa8364

Charlie was my grandmother's, Emma Poole Porter, first cousin. They grew up much like brother and sister and were close until the day he died.

@heff434

Very cool! I've been told that my great grandfather was friends with Charlie Poole.

@kikeheebchinkjigaboo6631

Wow.

@cordmiller679

Wow that is so cool! Do you have any fun stories of hers?

@LeeDixFreeman4

Charlie taught my great grandfather Dix Freeman Sr how to play

@dustbat

Thanks for this. So much I still do not know about the music I have loved over many years.🦇

@Lisa8364

G-ma passed away before I was born. A few stories passed down though. Most people know his 3 finger style was because of hand injury from playing ball as a child. There's a story about him riding a horse (drunk) up a staircase one night after he had played. He visited with G-ma when he got the movie deal and she tried to talk to him about his drinking but he told her he couldn't play unless he was drinking. She was said to have been heartbroken when he died.

@dukeofearlbanjo

Two and three finger style banjo is common practice and has been long before Charlie.

@Mo11y666

Cool story.

@gaylefeinberg1237

Americans have real talent..These songs and many others from our rich folk music past prove it.You don't have to be a rich snob to get your feelings out .Just  honest.Thank's Charlie for bringing back memories of old time people who had it tough.

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