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William Zanzinger poor Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William 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 farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the from the table
And the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And William 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 farm of six hundred acres
rich wealthy who provide and protect him
And office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his 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 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 talk to the people at the table
Who just up all the from the table
And the on a other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she done to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize 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 that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
at the who killed 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 with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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