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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 protect him
And high office 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 your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done 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 courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled his ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon from him
As rode him in custody to the station
And William for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize and criticize all fears,
Take the rag 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 protect him
And high office 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 your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And 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 emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and through the room,
Doomed and determined to all the gentle.
And she never done 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 courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's and the are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that the get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and '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 warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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