The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll Lyrics - Mason Jennings

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll 

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger 

At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin' 

And the cops were brought 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 

Oh, 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 farm, six hundred acres 

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him 

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland 

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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 bail was out walking 

Oh, but you who philosophize 

Disgrace and criticize all fears 

Take 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 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 these gentle 

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger 

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Oh, but you who philosophize 

Disgrace 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 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 caught 'em 

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom 

Stared at the person who killed for no reason 

Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin' 

And he spoke through 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 philosophize 

Disgrace and criticize all fears 

Bury the rag deep in your face 

Now's the time for your tears