![The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll - Steve Howe](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284751370303925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 12.07.1999
Record label: The Store For
Song language: English
The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll |
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 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 farm of six hundred 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, |
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. |
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 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 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 |
For now’s the time for your tears |
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