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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from 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 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 who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue 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 was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased after and 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon from 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 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 who provide and him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his a shrug of his shoulders
And words and sneering, and his tongue 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 was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That through the air and 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show all's and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the have chased after and 'em
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who happened to be feelin' that way 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in face
For now's the time for your tears.
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