The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Words and music by Bob Dylan From: wuest@informatik.uni-kl.de (Juergen Wuest) Capo at 4th fret 1st verse: C Am Em William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll C Am Em With a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring finger C Am Em At a Baltimore hotel society gathering C Am Em And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him C Am Em As they rode him in custody down to the station C Am Em G And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder chorus: F G C Am F G C But you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears F G C Am F G C Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for your tears. 2nd verse: William Zanzinger who had just twentyfour years Owns a tabacco farm of sixhundred 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 And in a matter of minutes on bail he was out walking repeat chorus 3rd verse: Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen She was fiftyone years 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'd never done nothing to William Zanzinger repeat chorus 4th verse: 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 cought him And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom Stared at the person who killed for nor reason Who just happened to be feeling that way without warning And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished And handed out strongly for penalty and repentence William Zanzinger with a six month sentence final chorus: F G C Am F G C Ah but you who philosophy disgrace, and criticize all fears F G C Am F G C Bury the rag deep in your face, for now is the time for your tears.