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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
     F#         D#m      A#m     
C#t 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
           F#          D#m         A#m                  C#
And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder.

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

F#          D#m            A#m 
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,
F#          D#m            A#m 
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
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Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders,
F#          D#m            A#m 
C#nd swear words and sneerings,and his tongue it was a-snarling,
F#          D#m            A#m                       C#
C#nd in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking,

    B  C#        F#          D#m        B     C#        F#
But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
B        C#    F#             D#m
Take the rag away from your face,
B            C#             F#
Now aint the time for your tears.

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

 B  C#        F#          D#m        B     C#        F#
But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,
B        C#    F#             D#m
Take the rag away from your face,
B            C#             F#
Now aint the time for your tears.


NOTE: C#lot 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.