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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect 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 was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 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 cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect 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 was out walking.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away 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 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 cleaned up all the food the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed 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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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