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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just 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 and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 parents who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and 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 and took out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's equal and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
that the cops have after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just 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 and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for tears.
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