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William poor Hattie Carroll
With a that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took him
As 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who and him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted 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 bail 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 took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and 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 tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once the chased after and caught 'em
And that the 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 his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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 his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were in and his weapon took him
As 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 face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich parents who and him
And high relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted 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 bail 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 took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even to the at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and 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 tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once the chased after and caught 'em
And that the 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 his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And 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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