The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll chords by Bob Dylan, Joan Baez

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Intro 1

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Verse 1
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William
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Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
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With a cane that he twirled
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around his diamond ring finger
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At a Baltimore hotel so
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ciety gath'rin'
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And the cops were brought

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Verse 2

in and his

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weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down

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to the station

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And booked William Zanzinger for first-

degree murder

Verse 3
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Oh, but you who philosophize
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Disgrace an d criticize all fears
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Take the rag away from your face
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Now ain't the time for your tears
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Verse 4
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William Zanzinger, who at
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twenty- four years
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Owns a tobacco  farm,
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six hundred acres
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With rich wealthy parents
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who provide and protect him
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And high office relations
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in the politics of Maryland

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Reacted to his deed with a
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shrug of his shoulders
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And swear words and sneering,
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and his tongue it was snarling
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In a matter of minutes on bail
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was out walking

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Oh, but you who philosophize

Disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ain't the time for your tears

Verse 7
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Hattie Carroll was a maid
of the kitchen
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She was fifty- one years old
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and gave birth to ten children
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Who carried the dishes
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and took out the garbage
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And never sat once at the
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head of the table
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And didn't even talk

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to
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the people at the table
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Who just cleaned up  all
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the food from  the table
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And emptied the ashtrays
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on a whole other level
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Got killed by a blow,
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lay slain by a cane
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That sailed through the

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air and came
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down  through the room
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Doomed and determined to des
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troy  all these gentle
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And she never done nothing
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to William Zanzinger

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Oh, but you who philosophize

Disgrace an d criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ain't the time for your tears

Interlude 1
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Verse 11
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In the courtroom of honor,
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the judge pounded his gavel
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To show that all's equal and that
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the courts are on the level
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And that the strings in the books
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ain't pulled and   persuaded
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And that even the nobles
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get properly  handled

Verse 12
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Once that the cops have chased
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after and caught 'em
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And that the ladder of law has no
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top   and no bottom
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Stared at the per son
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who killed for   no reason
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Who just happened to be feelin'
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that way   without warnin'

Verse 13
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And   he spoke through his cloak,
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most deep  and distinguished
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And handed out strongly,
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for penalty and repentance
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William Zanzinger with
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a six- month sentence

Verse 14
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Oh, but you who philosophize
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Disgrace and criticize all fears
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Bury the rag deep in your face
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Now's the time for your tears