โหลดเพลง mp3 The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 21, 1975 - Evening) - Bob Dylan

THE LONESOME DEATH OF HATTIE CARROLL - BOB DYLAN
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ringed finger

At Baltimore a 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 had 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 a' snarling
And 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 in 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

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on the whole lower 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 nothin' to William Zanzinger

And 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 the that 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 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'
he And spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished

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

Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Bury the rag deep in your face

For now's the time for your tears