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bob dylan - lonesome death of hattie carrol lyrics

william zanzinger k!lled poor hattie carroll
with a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
at a baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
and the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
as they rode him in custody down to the station
and booked william zanzinger for first-degree murder
but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
take the rag away from your face, now ain’t the time for
your tears
william zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
with rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
and high office relations in the politics of maryland
reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
and swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was
snarling
in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
take the rag away from your face, now ain’t the time for
your tears
hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen
she was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
and never sat once at the head of the table
and didn’t even talk to the people at the table
who just cleaned up all the food from the table
and emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
got k!lled by a blow, lay slain by a cane
that sailed through the air and came down through the room
doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
and she never done nothing to william zanzinger
but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears
take the rag away from your face, now ain’t the time for
your tears
in the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
to show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the
level
and that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and
persuaded
and that even the n0bles get properly handled
once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
and that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
stared at the person who k!lled for no reason
who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
and he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
and handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
william zanzinger with a six-month sentence
oh, but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all
fears
bury the rag deep in your face, for now’s the time for your
tears

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