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Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the in and his weapon from him
As they him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag away from 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 office relations in the 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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and 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 even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to all the gentle.
And she never 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 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep 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 in and his weapon from him
As they him in down to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and all fears,
the rag away from 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 office relations in the 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 bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and 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 even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
sailed the air and came down through the room,
and to all the gentle.
And she never 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 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 even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the 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 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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