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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace 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 of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through 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 your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they him in custody to the station
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who disgrace 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 of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear 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 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 sat at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
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 for your tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's and that the courts are on the level
And the in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops have chased and 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the who for no reason
Who just to be feelin' way without warnin'.
And he spoke through 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 your face
For now's the time for your tears.
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