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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a 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 and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed the air and came down the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to Zanzinger.
But you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and that the are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger 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 for your tears.
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