The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll

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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Words and music: Bob Dylan

Released on The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964) and Live 1975.

Capo: IV

Verse 1

William Zan

zinger killed

poor Hattie Carroll

With a

cane that he

twirled 'round his

diamond ring finger

At a

Baltimore

hotel so

ciety gatherin'

And the

cops was called

in and his

weapon took from him

As they

rode him in

custody

down to the station

And booked

William Zan

zinger for

first degree murder

Chorus

But

you

who phi

losophise dis

grace

And

criti

cise all

fears

Take the

rag a

way from your

face

Now ain't the

time for your

tears

Verse 2

William Zan

zinger, who at

twenty-four years

Owns a to

bacco farm of

six hundred acres

With

rich wealthy

parents who pro

vide and protect him

And high

office re

lations in the

politics of Maryland

Re

acted to his

deed with a

shrug of his shoulders

And

swear words and

sneering and his t

ongue it was a-snarling

And in a

matter of

minutes on

bail was out walking

Chorus

But

you

who phi

losophise dis

grace

And

criti

cise

fears

Take the

rag a

way from your

face

Now ain't the

time for your

tears

Verse 3

Hattie

Carroll was a

maid in the kitchen

She was

51 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

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 de

termined to des

troy all the gentle

And she

never done

nothing to

William Zanzinger

Chorus

And

you

who phi

losophise dis

grace

And

criti

cise all

fears

Take the

rag a

way from your

face

Now ain't the

time for your

tears

[Harmonica solo]

Verse 4

In the

courtroom of

honour 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 Zan

zinger with a

six-month sentence

Chorus

Ah but

you

who phi

losophise dis

grace

And

criti

cise all

fears

Bury the

rag

deep in your

face

For

now's the

time for your

tears

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