The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll chords and lyrics - BOB DYLAN AND MASON JENNINGS

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[Intro 1]
[G][Em][Bm][G][Em][Bm]

[Verse 1]
[G]William[Em]
Zanzinger killed [Bm]poor Hattie Carroll
With [G]a cane that he [Em]twirled
around his [Bm]diamond ring finger
At [G]a Baltimore [Em]hotel so
[Bm]ciety gath'rin'

[Verse 2]
[G]And the cops [Em]were brought in
and his [Bm]weapon took from him
As they [G]rode him in cus[Em]tody
[Bm]down to the station
And booked [G]William [Em]Zanzinger for
[Bm]first-degree murder
[D]

[Verse 3]
Oh, but [C]you [D]who philo[G]sophize
Dis[Em]grace and [C]criti[D]cize all [G]fears
[C]Take the [D]rag [G]away from your [Em]face
Now ain't [C]the time [D]for your tears
[G]

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
[G]William [Em]Zanzinger, who
at twenty-[Bm]four years
years
Owns a [G]tobacco farm,
[Em]six [Bm]hundred acres
With rich [G]wealthy [Em]parents
[Bm]who provide and protect him
And high [G]office rela[Em]tions in
[Bm]the politics of Maryland

[Verse 5]
Re[G]acted to his [Em]deed with
[Bm]a shrug of his shoulders
And [G]swear words and sneer[Em]ing,
and his [Bm]tongue it was snarling
In [G]a matter of [Em]minutes on
[Bm]bail was out walking
[D]

[Verse 6]
Oh, but [C]you [D]who philo[G]sophize
Dis[Em]grace and cri[C]ti [D]cize all [G]fears
[C]Take the [D]rag [G]away from [Em]your face
Now ain't [C]the time [D]for your tears
[G]

[Interlude 2]
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[Verse 7]
[G]Hattie Car[Em]roll was a maid
[Bm]of the kitchen
She was [G]fifty-one years years [Em]old
and gave [Bm]birth to ten children
Who [G]carried the [Em]dishes
and [Bm]took out the garbage
And [G]never sat [Em]once at the
[Bm]head of the table

[Verse 8]
And [G]didn't even [Em]talk to
the [Bm]people at the table
Who just [G]cleaned up [Em]all
[Bm]the food from the table
And [G]emptied the [Em]ashtrays
on a [Bm]whole other level
Got [G]killed by a blow,
[Em]lay slai[Bm]n by a cane

[Verse 9]
That [G]sailed through the [Em]air and
came [Bm]down through the room
[G]Doomed and determ[Em]ined to
des[Bm]troy all these gentle
And she [G]never done [Em]nothing
to [Bm]Wil l[D]iam Zanzinger

[Verse 10]
Oh, but [C]you [D]who philo[G]sophize
Dis[Em]grace and [C]criti[D]cize all [G]fears
[C]Take the [D]rag [G]away from your [Em]face
[C]Now ain't [D]the time for your tears

[Interlude 3]
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[G][Em][Bm][G][Em][Bm][G]
[Em][Bm]

[Verse 11]
In [G]the courtroom of hon[Em]or,
the judge [Bm]pounded his gavel
[G]To show that all's [Em]equal and that
[Bm]the courts are on the level
And that [G]the strings in [Em]the books
ain't [Bm]pulled and persuaded
And that [G]even [Em]the nobles
get [Bm]properly handled

[Verse 12]
[G]Once that [Em]the cops have chased
[Bm]af ter and caught 'em
And that the [G]ladder of [Em]law has
no [Bm]top and no bottom
[G]Stared at the per[Em]son
[Bm]who killed for no reason
Who just [G]happened to be feel[Em]in'
that [Bm]way without warnin'

[Verse 13]
And [G]he spoke through his cloak,
[Em]most deep [Bm]and distinguished
And [G]handed out strongly,
[Em]for [Bm]penalty and repentance
[G]William [Em]Zanzinger with
a six-[Bm]month sentence
sentence
[D]

[Verse 14]
Oh, but [C]you [D]who philo[G]sophize
Dis[Em]grace and [C]criti[D]cize all [G]fears
[C]Bury the [D]rag [G]deep in your face
[C]Now's [D]the time for your tears

[Outro 1]
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