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The Lonesome Death Of Hattie
Bob

William Zanzinger killed Hattie Carroll,
With a cane that he twirled his diamond ring finger
At a hotel society gath'rin',
And the cops were called in and his weapon from him
As they him in custody down to the station,
And booked Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face, now the time for
tears.

William Zanzinger, who at years,
Owns a tobacco farm of six acres
With rich wealthy who provide and protect him,
And high office relations in the of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a of his shoulders,
And words and sneering, and his tongue it was
snarling,
In a matter of on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
Take the rag from your face, now ain't the time for
tears.

Hattie Carroll was a of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and out the garbage,
And never sat at the head of the table
And didn't even to the people at the table,
Who just cleaned up all the from the table,
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole level,
Got by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down the room,
Doomed and to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done to William Zanzinger.

But you who philosophize, and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away your face, now ain't the time for
tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the pounded his gavel,
To that all's equal and that the courts are on the

And that the strings in the ain't pulled and
persuaded,
And that the nobles get properly handled
Once the cops have chased after and caught 'em,
And that the of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who for no reason,
Who just happened to be that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most and distinguished,

And handed out strongly, for and repentance,
Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize, and criticize all
fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face, for the time for your
tears.