William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around
his diamond ringed 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 had 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 matter 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 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 the whole lower 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 nothin' 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 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 Ah, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face For now's the time for your tears. (sing365)
This song gives the account of the killing of 51-year-old barmaid Hattie Carroll by the wealthy young William Devereux "Billy" Zantzinger and his subsequent sentence of 6 months in jail. The actual incident took place February 9, 1963 at the Emerson Hotel in Baltimore. Dylan's song accurately implies, but never states, that Carroll was black and Zantzinger is white. The song implies that Zantzinger beat Carroll to death with his cane when in fact; he drunkenly assaulted Carroll and at least 2 others with the cane (songfacts)
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