Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Lyrics

Song	Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll
Artist	Various Artists
Album	Is it Rolling Bob?: A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan
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	William Zanzinger killed 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 killed 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 nobles 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 killed 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

	William Zanzinger killed 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 firstdegree 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 twentyfour 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 fiftyone 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 killed 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 nobles 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 killed 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 sixmonth 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

	William Zanzinger killed 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 firstdegree 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 twentyfour 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 fiftyone 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 killed 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 nobles 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 killed 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 sixmonth 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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