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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office 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 of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 up all the food the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 that even the 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops 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 for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With wealthy who provide and protect him
And high office 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 of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the 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 up all the food the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge 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 that even the 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' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
William Zanzinger a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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