The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

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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 gatherin' The cops were called in and his weapon took from him They rode him in custody down to the station 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, 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, 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 in the kitchen She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children 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 the courts are on the level And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em And 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 He handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence You who philosophize disgrace And criticize all fears Bury the rag deep in your face For now is the time for your tears For now is the time for your tears

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  • Bob Dylan