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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked 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 acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office 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 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.
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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never 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 all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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 for your tears.
a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took him
As they him in custody down to the station
And booked 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 acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and him
And high office 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 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.
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 at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never 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 all's equal and the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And even the nobles get handled
Once that the cops chased after and caught 'em
And the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just to be feelin' that way warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for 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 for your tears.
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