The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Live) Lyrics
| Song | The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Live) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Live 1975(The Bootleg Series, Vol. 5) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 firstdegree 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 twentyfour 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 fiftyone 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 sixmonth 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 |
| 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 firstdegree 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 twentyfour 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 fiftyone 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 sixmonth 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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