Lirik Lagu Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carrol - Bob Dylan
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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll,With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring fingerAt a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin',And the cops were called in and his weapon took from himAs 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 foryour tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years,Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acresWith 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 wassnarling,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 foryour tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten childrenWho carried the dishes and took out the garbage,And never sat once at the head of the tableAnd 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 caneThat sailed through the air and came down through 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 time foryour tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel,To show that all's equal and that the courts are on thelevelAnd that the strings in the books ain't pulled andpersuaded,And that even the nobles get properly handledOnce that the cops have chased after and caught 'em,And that the ladder
But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears,Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time foryour tears.
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years,Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acresWith 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 wassnarling,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 foryour tears.
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten childrenWho carried the dishes and took out the garbage,And never sat once at the head of the tableAnd 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 caneThat sailed through the air and came down through 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 time foryour tears.
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel,To show that all's equal and that the courts are on thelevelAnd that the strings in the books ain't pulled andpersuaded,And that even the nobles get properly handledOnce that the cops have chased after and caught 'em,And that the ladder
