The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll - Bob Dylan
    William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

    With a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring finger
    At a Baltimore hotel society gathering
    And the cops were 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 philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears
    Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears.

    William Zanzinger who had just twentyfour years
    Owns a tabacco farm of sixhundred acres
    With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect 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
    And in a matter of minutes on bail he was out walking


    Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
    She was fiftyone years 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 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 through the room
    Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
    And she'd never done nothing to William Zanzinger


    In the courtroom of honor the judge pounded his gavel
    To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
    And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
    And that even the nobles get properly handled
    Once that the cops have chased after and cought him
    And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
    Stared at the person who killed for nor reason
    Who just happened to be feeling that way without warning
    And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished
    And handed out strongly for penalty and repentence
    William Zanzinger with a six month sentence

    Ah but you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears
    Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears.


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