The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963)-Bob Dylan

歌手 : Bob Dylan

专辑 : Live 1962-1966 - Rare Performances From The Copyright Collections

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:14

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TXT The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963)-Bob Dylan 文本歌词

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll (Live at Carnegie Hall, New York, NY - October 1963) - Bob Dylan

Lyrics by：Bob Dylan

Composed by：Bob Dylan

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore 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

Aah Both 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 at 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 goverment of Maryland

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was

Snarling

In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking

Aah both 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 of the kitchen

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

She 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

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 spoke once to William Zanzinger

Aah both 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 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 caught 'em

And that the 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'

And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished

And handed out strongly for penalty and repentance

William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence

Aah both you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all

Fears

Bury the rag deep in your face for now's

The time for your Tears