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Capo 4

[C]William Zan[Am]zinger 
killed [Em]poor Hattie Carroll
With a [C]cane that he [Am]twirled 
round his [Em]diamond ring finger
At a [C]Baltimore [Am]hotel 
so[Em]ciety gatherin
And the [C]cops was called [Am]
in and his [Em]weapon took from him
As they [C]rode him in 
[Am]custody [Em]down to the station
And booked [C]William Zan[Am]zinger 
for [Em]first degree murder
[G]

But [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise 
dis[Am]grace
And [F]criti[G]cise all [C]fears
[F]Take the [G]rag a[C]way 
from your [Am]face
[F]Now aint the [G]time 
for your [C]tears

[C]William Zan[Am]zinger 
who at [Em]twenty-four years
[C]Owns a to[Am]bacco farm of 
[Em]six hundred acres
With [C]rich wealthy [Am]parents 
who pro[Em]vide and protect him
And high [C]office re[Am]lations 
in the [Em]politics of Maryland
Re[C]acted to his [Am]deed 
with a [Em]shrug of his shoulders
And [C]swear words and [Am]sneering 
and his t[Em]ongue it was a-snarling
And in a [C]matter of [Am]minutes 
on [Em]bail was out walking
[G]

But [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise 
dis[Am]grace
And [F]criti[G]cise [C]fears
[F]Take the [G]rag a[C]way 
from your [Am]face
[F]Now aint the [G]time 
for your [C]tears

[C]Hattie [Am]Carroll 
was a [Em]maid in the kitchen
She was [C]51 years [Am]old 
and gave [Em]birth to ten children
Who [C]carried the [Am]dishes 
and [Em]took out the garbage
And [C]never sat [Am]once 
at the [Em]head of the table
And [C]didn't even [Am]talk 
to the [Em]people at the table
Who [C]just cleaned [Am]up 
all the [Em]food from the table
And [C]emptied the [Am]ashtrays 
on a [Em]whole other level
Got [C]killed by a [Am]blow 
lay [Em]slain by a cane
That [C]sailed through the [Am]air 
and came [Em]down through the room
[C]Doomed and de[Am]termined 
to des[Em]troy all the gentle
And she [C]never done [Am]nothing 
to [Em]William Zanzinger
[G]

And [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise 
dis[Am]grace
And [F]criti[G]cise all [C]fears
[F]Take the [G]rag a[C]way 
from your [Am]face
[F]Now aint the [G]time 
for your [C]tears

In the [C]courtroom of [Am]honour 
the judge [Em]pounded his gavel
To [C]show that alls [Am]equal 
and that the [Em]courts 
are on the level
And that the [C]strings 
in the [Am]books 
aint [Em]pulled and persuaded
And that [C]even the [Am]nobles 
get [Em]properly handled
[C]Once that the [Am]cops 
have chased 
[Em]after and caught em
And that the [C]ladder of [Am]law 
has no [Em]top and no bottom
[C]Stared at the [Am]person 
who [Em]killed for no reason
Who just [C]happened to 
be [Am]feelin 
that [Em]way without warnin
And he [C]spoke through 
his [Am]cloak 
most [Em]deep and distinguished
And [C]handed out [Am]strongly 
for [Em]penalty and repentance
[C]William Zan[Am]zinger 
with a [Em]six-month sentence
[G]

Ah but [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise 
dis[Am]grace
And [F]criti[G]cise all [C]fears
[F]Bury the [G]rag [C]deep 
in your [Am]face
For [F]nows the [G]time 
for your [C]tears