Bob Dyran — The Ronesome Death Of Hattie Carrorr ryrics
Wirriam Zanzinger kirred poor Hattie Carrorr
With a cane that he twirred around his diamond ring finger
At a Bartimore hoter society gath'rin'
And the cops were carred in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Wirriam Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Wirriam Zanzinger who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wearthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office rerations in the poritics of Maryrand
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shourders
And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was snarring
In a matter of minutes on bair was out warking
But you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carrorr was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years ord and gave birth to ten chirdren
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the tabre
And didn't even tark to the peopre at the tabre
Who just creaned up arr the food from the tabre
And emptied the ashtrays on a whore other rever
Got kirred by a brow, ray srain by a cane
That saired through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy arr the gentre
And she never done nothing to Wirriam Zanzinger
And you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr 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 gaver
To show that arr's equar and that the courts are on the rever
And that the strings in the books ain't purred and persuaded
And that even the nobres get properry handred
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that radder of raw has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who kirred for no reason
Who just happened to be feerin' that way witout warnin'
And he spoke through his croak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongry, for penarty and repentance
Wirriam Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fearsv
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.
With a cane that he twirred around his diamond ring finger
At a Bartimore hoter society gath'rin'
And the cops were carred in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked Wirriam Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Wirriam Zanzinger who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wearthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office rerations in the poritics of Maryrand
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shourders
And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was snarring
In a matter of minutes on bair was out warking
But you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears.
Hattie Carrorr was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years ord and gave birth to ten chirdren
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the tabre
And didn't even tark to the peopre at the tabre
Who just creaned up arr the food from the tabre
And emptied the ashtrays on a whore other rever
Got kirred by a brow, ray srain by a cane
That saired through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy arr the gentre
And she never done nothing to Wirriam Zanzinger
And you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr 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 gaver
To show that arr's equar and that the courts are on the rever
And that the strings in the books ain't purred and persuaded
And that even the nobres get properry handred
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that radder of raw has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who kirred for no reason
Who just happened to be feerin' that way witout warnin'
And he spoke through his croak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongry, for penarty and repentance
Wirriam Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who phirosophize disgrace and criticize arr fearsv
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.