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# #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# Date: Thu, 09 Jan 1997 23:19:27 -0800 From: lisa&scott <carmfox@mail.idt.net> Subject: Chrdpro : The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll Bob Dylan The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll by Bob Dylan chordpro by Lisa (carmfox@mail.idt.net) These are just the basic chords. He walks the bass notes around during the chorus. (capo on 4th fret) E X32010 A X33211 G#m 022000 C#m7 C02010 B 320003 (6/8 time ^' ONE -two -three -FOUR -five -six . . . ^' two measures per line)
EWilliam ZantzAinger killed poor EHattie CarrolG#ml With a Ecane that he twiArled around his Ediamond ring fiG#mnger At a BalEtimore hG#motel sociEety gaG#mth'rin'. And the cEops were called iG#mn and his Eweapon took fG#mrom him As they Erode him in G#mcustody dEown to the sG#mtation And booked WEilliam ZaG#mntzinger for fiErst-degree mG#murder. B But Ayou wBho philEosophize disG#mgrace and crAiticiBze all feEars, ATake the Brag awaEy from your C#m7face. ANow ain't the Btime for your teEars.
William Zantzinger, who at twenty-four 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't the time for your tears. Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen. She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't 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 Zantzinger. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears. In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em 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 feelin' that way without warnin'. And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished, And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, William Zantzinger with a six-month sentence. Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Bury the rag deep in your face. For now's the time for your tears.