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[Intro][Estrofa]C Am EmWilliam Zanzinger killed poor Hattie CarrollC Am EmWith a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring fingerC Am EmAt a Baltimore hotel society gatherin'C Am EmAnd the cops was called in and his weapon took from himC Am EmAs they rode him in custody down to the stationC Am EmAnd booked William Zanzinger for first degree murderG[Estribillo]F G C AmBut you who philosophise disgraceF G CAnd criticise all fearsF G C AmTake the rag away from your faceF G CNow ain't the time for your tears[Estrofa]C Am EmWilliam Zanzinger, who at twenty-four yearsC Am EmOwns a tobacco farm of six hundred acresC Am EmWith rich wealthy parents who provide and protect himC Am EmAnd high office relations in the politics of MarylandC Am EmReacted to his deed with a shrug of his shouldersC Am EmAnd swear words and sneering and his tongue it was a-snarlingC Am EmAnd in a matter of minutes on bail was out walkingG[Estribillo]F G C AmBut you who philosophise disgraceF G CAnd criticise fearsF G C AmTake the rag away from your faceF G CNow ain't the time for your tears[Estrofa]C Am EmHattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchenC Am EmShe was 51 years old and gave birth to ten childrenC Am EmWho carried the dishes and took out the garbageC Am EmAnd never sat once at the head of the tableC Am EmAnd didn't even talk to the people at the tableC Am EmWho just cleaned up all the food from the tableC Am EmAnd emptied the ashtrays on a whole other levelC Am EmGot killed by a blow, lay slain by a caneC Am EmThat sailed through the air and came down through the roomC Am EmDoomed and determined to destroy all the gentleC Am EmAnd she never done nothing to William ZanzingerG[Estribillo]F G C AmAnd you who philosophise disgraceF G CAnd criticise all fearsF G C AmTake the rag away from your faceF G CNow ain't the time for your tears[Harmonica solo][Estrofa]C Am EmIn the courtroom of honour the judge pounded his gavelC Am EmTo show that all's equal and that the courts are on the levelC Am EmAnd that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuadedC Am EmAnd that even the nobles get properly handledC Am EmOnce that the cops have chased after and caught 'emC Am EmAnd that the ladder of law has no top and no bottomC Am EmStared at the person who killed for no reasonC Am EmWho just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'C Am EmAnd he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguishedC Am EmAnd handed out strongly for penalty and repentanceC Am EmWilliam Zanzinger with a six-month sentenceG[Estribillo]F G C AmAh but you who philosophise disgraceF G CAnd criticise all fearsF G C AmBury the rag deep in your faceF G CFor now's the time for your tears