The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

Track by Bob Dylan

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作詞:DYLAN BOB

作曲:DYLAN BOB

William Zanzinger killed poor
Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled
around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society
gatherin'
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
Oh, 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 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 manner 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

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