[Intro]
[Estrofe]
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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll 
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With a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring finger 
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At a Baltimore hotel society gatherin' 
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And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him 
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As they rode him in custody down to the station 
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And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder 
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[Refrão]
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But you who philosophise disgrace 
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And criticise all fears 
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Take the rag away from your face 
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Now ain't the time for your tears
[Estrofe]
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William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years 
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Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres 
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With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him 
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And high office relations in the politics of Maryland 
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Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders 
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And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was a-snarling 
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And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking 
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    F   G      C            Am 
But you who philosophise disgrace 
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And criticise fears 
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Take the rag away from your face 
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Now ain't the time for your tears
[Estrofe]
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Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen 
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She was 51 years old and gave birth to ten children 
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Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage 
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And never sat once at the head of the table 
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And didn't even talk to the people at the table 
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Who just cleaned up all the food from the table 
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And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level 
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Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane 
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That sailed through the air and came down through the room 
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Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle 
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And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger 
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[Refrão]
    F   G      C            Am 
And you who philosophise disgrace 
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And criticise all fears 
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Take the rag away from your face 
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Now ain't the time for your tears
[Harmonica solo]
[Estrofe]
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In the courtroom of honour the judge pounded his gavel 
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To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level 
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And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded 
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And that even the nobles get properly handled 
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Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em 
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And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom 
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Stared at the person who killed for no reason 
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Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin' 
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And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished 
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And handed out strongly for penalty and repentance 
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William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence 
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[Refrão]
       F   G      C            Am 
Ah but you who philosophise disgrace 
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And criticise all fears 
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Bury the rag deep in your face 
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For now's the time for your tears