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William poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were 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 time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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' 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 face
For now's the time for tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were 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 time for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of 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 Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
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 disgrace and all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once that the cops have 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' 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 face
For now's the time for tears.
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