To show that alls equal and that the courts are on the level
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
Publisher: SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Take the rag away from your face
At a Baltimore Hotel society gatherin'
Now ain't the time for your tears
And criticize all fears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
Bury the rag deep in your face
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
And he spoke through his cloak, so deep and distinguished
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
And that even the nobles get properly handled
She just cleaned up all the food from the table
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Now ain't the time for your tears
But in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
She cleaned up the dishes hauled out the garbage
But you who philosophize disgrace
Take the rag away from your face
And criticize all fears
Never sat once at the head of the table
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
But you who philosophize disgrace
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And criticize all fears
And she never done nothing to William Zan zinger
Take the rag away from your face
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace
Nows the time for all your tears
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
And criticize all fears
As they rode him in custody down to the station
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger