歌曲名 The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Mono Version) 歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore hotel society gath

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 murder

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ain the time for your tears

William Zanzinger who at twenty 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 snarling

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 the time for your tears

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen

She was fifty years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and toke out the garbage

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn even talk to the people at the table

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other 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 nothing to William Zanzinger

And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Take the rag away from your face

Now ain the time for your tears

In the courtroom of honor the judge pounded his gavel

To show that all equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books ain pulled and persuaded

And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom

Stared at the person who killed for no reason

Who just happened to be feeling that way without warning

And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished

And handed out strongly for penalty and repentance

William Zanzinger with a six sentence

Oh and you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears

Bury the rag most deep in your face

For now the time for your tears