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William Zanzinger poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
With a cane that he around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel gath'rin'.
And the cops called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize 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 in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his a shrug of his shoulders
And 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 from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage
And sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed 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 away from your face.
Now ain't the for your tears.
In the of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And the strings in the 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 happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke 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 disgrace and criticize all fears,
the rag in your face
For now's the for your tears.
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