I'm Not There movie - The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll lyrics

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Song by Mason Jennings<br /><br>

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll <br>

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger <br>

At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'. <br>

And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him <br>

As they rode him in custody down to the station <br>

And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder. <br>

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, <br>

Take the rag away from your face. <br>

Now ain't the time for your tears. <br>

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William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years <br>

Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres <br>

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him <br>

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland, <br>

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders <br>

And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling, <br>

In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking. <br>

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, <br>

Take the rag away from your face. <br>

Now ain't the time for your tears. <br>

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Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen. <br>

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children <br>

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage <br>

And never sat once at the head of the table <br>

And didn't even talk to the people at the table <br>

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table <br>

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level, <br>

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane <br>

That sailed through the air and came down through the room, <br>

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. <br>

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger. <br>

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, <br>

Take the rag away from your face. <br>

Now ain't the time for your tears. <br>

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In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel <br>

To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level <br>

And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded <br>

And that even the nobles get properly handled <br>

Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em <br>

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, <br>

Stared at the person who killed for no reason <br>

Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'. <br>

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, <br>

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, <br>

William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence. <br>

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, <br>

Bury the rag deep in your face <br>

For now's the time for your tears.<br>

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