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Nel febbraio del 2003, John Mellencamp, un noto folksinger americano, fa viaggiare per Internet una canzone che vive un quarto d'ora di notorietà. La canzone si chiama To Washington:
Saltiamo al 20 settembre 1926, quando uno dei più grandi virtuosi del banjo, Charlie Poole (nato nel 1892 e morto nel 1931) incide a New York, assieme ai suoi North Carolina Ramblers, una canzone intitolata White House Blues:
The doctor said "McKinley, I can't find that ball"
From Buffalo to Washington
Roosevelt in the White House, he's doin' his best
McKinley in the graveyard, he's takin' his rest
He's gone a long old 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, drinkin' out of a silver cup
McKinley in the graveyard, he never wakes up
He's gone a long, long time
Ain't but the one thing that grieves my mind
That is to die and leave my poor wife behind
I'm gone a long old time
Standing at the station, just lookin' at the time
See by it you're running by half-past nine
From Buffalo to Washington
Pay in the train, she's just on time
She'll run a thousand miles from eight o'clock till nine
From Buffalo to Washington
Yonder comes the train, she's comin' down the line
Throwin' them a station message, McKinley's a-dyin'
It's hard times, hard times
Look a-here, you rascal, you see what you've done
You shot my husband with that Ivor Johnstone gun
Carry him back to Washington
The doc told the horse, he tore down the rein
Said to that horse, "You've got to outrun this train
From Buffalo to Washington"
Doctor came a-running, taked off his specs
Said "Mr. McKinley, better cash in your checks
You're bound to die, bound to die"
Anche Zolgotz è la stessa canzone, forse nella sua forma originaria e "cronachistica":
He shot poor McKinley with a handkerchief on his hand
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
Zolgotz, you done him wrong
You shot poor McKinley when he was walkin' along
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
The pistol fired then McKinley he did fall
The doctor says "McKinley, I can't find the ball"
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
They sent for the doctor, the doctor come
He come in a-chargin', he come in a-runnin'
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
He saddled his horse and he swung on his rein
And he trotted the horse till he outrun the train
To Buffalo, to Buffalo
Forty-four boxes all trimmed in braid
A sixteen-wheeled driver, boys, it couldn't make the grade
To Buffalo, to Buffalo
Forty-four boxes trimmed in lace
Take him back to the baggage, boys, where I can't see his face
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
Mrs. Mckinley took a trip, and she took it out west
Where she couldn't hear the people talk about McKinley's death
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
The engine whistled down the line
A-blowing every station - McKinley was a-dying
In Buffalo, in Buffalo
Seventeen coaches all trimmed in black
Took McKinley to the graveyard but never brought him back
To Buffalo, to Buffalo
Seventeen coaches all trimmed in black
Took Roosevelt to the White House but never brought him back
To Buffalo, to Buffalo
SPOKEN: That was Theodore Roosevelt.
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