Hattie Carroll chords and lyrics - CHRISTY MOORE

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[Em]Willi[C]am [Am]Zanz[Em]ingerkilled Hattie Carroll
With [C]a cane that he [Am]twirled
on his [Em]dia mond ring finger
At a [C]Baltimore [Am]hotel soci
[Em]ety gathering
The po[C]lice were called [Am]in and
his [Em]weapon took from him
They [C]drove him into [Am]custody
[Em]down at the station
Charged [C]William [Am]Zanz[Em]inger with First
Degree Murder
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[Verse 2]
And [F]you [G]who philosop[C]hise dis[Am]grace
[F]and [G]criticise [C]my fears
[F]Take that [G]rag [C]away from [Am]your face
[F]now's not the [G]time for your tears
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[Verse 3]
When [Am]William [Em]Zan zinger was 24
He was [C]farming [Am]tobacco [Em]on 600 acres
With [C]rich wealthy [Am]parents
[Em]to provide and protect him
High [C]office [Am]relations in the
[Em]politics of Maryland
Re[C]acted to [Am]his deed [Em]with a shrug
of his shoulders
[C]With sneering and [Am]swear words
his [Em]tongue it was snarling
In [C]less [Am]than 10 minutes on
[Em]bail was out walking
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[Verse 4]
And [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise[Am]
[F]disgrace and [G]criticise my [C]fears,
[F]Take that [G]rag [C]away from [Am]your face
[F]now's not[G] the time for your tears.
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[Verse 5]
Hattie Carroll [Am]was a maid who
[Em]worked in [C]the kitchen
[Am]51 years old [Em]she had 10 children
She [C]carried [Am]the dishes and
[Em]took out the garbage
She [C]never once [Am]sat at the
[Em]head of the table
She [C]never even [Am]spoke to the
[Em]people at the table
[C]Just [Am]cleared all the food [Em]from the table
[C]And emp[Am]tied ashtrays on
a [Em]whole other level
[C]Killed by [Am]a blow [A]and [Em]lay slain
by a cane
[C]That sailed through [Am]the air and
came down [Em]through the room
[C]Doomed and de[Am]termined to des
[Em]troy all that's gentle
She [C]never did [Am]nothing to
[Em]William [G]Zanzinger

[Verse 6]
And [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise[Am]
disgrace [F]and cri[G]ticise [C]my fears
[F]Take that [G]rag [C]away from [Am]your face
[F]now's [G]not the time for your tears
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[Verse 7]
At the courtroom [Am]of honour
the Judge [Em]pounded his gavel
To [C]show all [Am]is equal and
[Em]his court is on the level
That the [C]strings and [Am]the books
are [Em]not pulled or persuaded
[C]Even the [Am]rich get prop[Em]erly treated
[C]Once [Am]the cops have chase[Em]d
them and caught them
The [C]ladder of [Am]the law has [Em]no top
and no bottom
[C]He stared at that [Am]man who
had killed [Em]for no reason
Who just [C]happened to [Am]be feeling
that way [Em]without warning
[C]He spoke through [Am]his cloak most
[Em]deep and distinguished
And [C]handed down [Am]strongly form
[Em]penalty and repentance
Gave [C]Willi[Am]am Zanzinger
[Em]a 6 month sentence
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[Verse 8]
And [F]you [G]who phi[C]losophise dis
[Am]grace [F]and cri[G]ticise my [C]fears
[F]Bury [G]that rag most [C]deep in [Am]your face
[F]now is [G]the time for your tears.
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