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William poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his took 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came 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 time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his took 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
a tobacco of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
to his with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from 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 gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't talk to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came 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 time for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't and persuaded
And that the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased 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 to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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