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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Producer

Lyrics

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 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 at 24 years, owns a tobacco farm of 600 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 snarling In a matter of minutes, on bail was out walkin' 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 of the kitchen She was 51 years old and gave birth to 10 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 determined to destroy all the gentle And she never done nothing 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 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 Oh, but you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears Bury the rag deep in your face for now's the time for your tears
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