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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy 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 tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the 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 all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke 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 criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As 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 your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy 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 tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the 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 all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the are on the level
And that the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke 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 criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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