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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll LyricsWilliam 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