The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Now ain't the time for your tears
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
And never sat once at the head of the table
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
Now ain't the time for your tears
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

She was fifty one years old and gave birth to ten children
Take the rag away from your face
William Zanzinger, who at twenty four years
Take the rag away from your face
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
William Zanzinger with a six month sentence
Now ain't the time for your tears
Stared at the person who killed for no reason

And that even the Nobles get properly handled
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Take the rag away from your face
Bury the rag deep in your face

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling