Hattie Carroll - Christy Moore

The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll 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'rin', 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-degree murder. But you who philosophize, disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face, now ain't the time for Your tears. William Zanzinger, 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 Zanzinger. 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 Zanzinger 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.

I lie half awake, late at night I reach out to touch, feel you by my side And I reach, and I reach, but I never get to feel you Will I ever get to feel you again? Again? Just one more time, one more moment to take you in my arms One more chance, one more kiss, before I wake to find you gone One more time, before I have to face another day And my heart breaks again It's only a dream, but it's also real I don't want it to end, but I know it will So I pray, and I pray, every night I'm on my knees Begging for the chance to see you again, again Just one more time, one more moment to take you in my arms One more chance, one more kiss, before I wake to find you gone One more time, before I have to face another day And my heart breaks again One more time, before I have to face another day And my heart breaks again, again

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Faded sky, faded tan, floorboard still full of sand Summer heat's droppin', closin' up shoppin' Lonely boardwalk empty rides, ghosts of lovers wave goodbye The carnival's cryin', birds all flyin', south I take a turn on your Mama's street wishin' I could catch a peek Of you on that front step, like "Boy are you here yet?" But I know the truth in the lonesome sound of the choked leaves when they hit the ground Summertime's dyin' birds all flyin', south Well it might be over you might be gone Might not miss me you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south I'm Passin' Burke's and that neon sign I laugh about the punch you threw that night No you never did like her, but I never thought you'd fight her And if I close my eyes I can feel your kiss taste the salt drippin' off your lips But I'm brought back down to Earth by a breeze so cold it hurts Well it might be over you might be gone Might not miss me you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south When winter sets in When springtime rolls back to summer again Well it might be over you might be gone Might not miss me you might've moved on But my love will still be hangin' around When the birds fly south