The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll taby ukulele według Bob Dylan

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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
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With a cane that he twirled 'round his diamond ring finger
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At a Baltimore hotel society gatherin'
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And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him
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As they rode him in custody down to the station
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And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder.

CHORUS:
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But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
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Take the rag away from your face,
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Now aint the time for your tears.

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William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years,
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Owned a tobacco farm of six hundred acres,
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With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him,
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And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders,
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And swear words and sneerings,and his tongue it was a-snarling,
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And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking,

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But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
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Take the rag away from your face,
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Now aint the time for your tears.

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Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen,
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She was 51 years old and gave brith to ten children,
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Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage,
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And never sat once at the head of the table,
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And didn't even talk to the people at the table,
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And just cleaned up all the food from the table,
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And emptied the ashtrays at a whole other level,
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Got killed by a blow lay slain from a cane,
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That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
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Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle,
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And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

 G  A        D          Bm        G     A        D
But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
G        A    D             Bm
Take the rag away from your face,
G            A             D
Now aint the time for your tears.


NOTE: Alot of this tab is copy pasted as the rhythm is consistent, so if it looks like the chords are in the wrong place on a line, don't worry just play the song as you normally would and you'll be fine. I usually submit more quality tabs, but I wanted to submit one today and I'm just very sick. Enjoy all!

NOTE 2: I transposed this up by two intervals, as I prefer the sound of it like this.