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Bob Dylan

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

  folk  singer-songwriter  classic rock  rock  folk rock
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William zanzinger killed poor hattie carrollWith a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring fingerAt a baltimore hotel society gathrin.And the cops were called in and his weapon took from himAs they rode him in custody down to the stationAnd booked william zanzinger for first-degree murder.But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,Take the rag away from your face.Now aint the time for your tears.William zanzinger, who at twenty-four yearsOwns a tobacco farm of six hundred acresWith rich wealthy parents who provide and protect himAnd high office relations in the politics of maryland,Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shouldersAnd 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 aint the time for your tears.Hattie carroll was a maid of the kitchen.She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten childrenWho carried the dishes and took out the garbageAnd never sat once at the head of the tableAnd didnt even talk to the people at the tableWho just cleaned up all the food from the tableAnd emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a caneThat 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 aint the time for your tears.In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavelTo show that alls equal and that the courts are on the levelAnd that the strings in the books aint pulled and persuadedAnd that even the nobles get properly handledOnce that the cops have chased after and caught emAnd that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,Stared at the person who killed for no reasonWho 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 faceFor nows the time for your tears.

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