Come, gather 'round, people, wherever you roam. And admit that the waters around you have grown. And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
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.
If today were not an endless highway. If tonight were not a crooked trail. If tomorrow weren't such a long time. Then the lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.