[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:20.346] William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
[00:24.746] With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
[00:28.092] At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
[00:33.770] And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
[00:38.171] As they rode him in custody down to the station
[00:42.516] And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder. [00:54.057] But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, [00:58.778] Take the rag away from your face.
[01:02.888] Now ain't the time for your tears.
[01:15.660] William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
[01:20.572] Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
[01:24.629] With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him [01:28.740] And high office relations in the politics of Maryland, [01:32.771] Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders [01:37.207] And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
[01:42.659] In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
[01:53.864] But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, [01:57.833] Take the rag away from your face.
[02:01.843] Now ain't the time for your tears.
[02:14.715] Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
[02:18.906] She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
[02:23.557] Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage [02:26.872] And never sat once at the head of the table
[02:35.373] And didn't even talk to the people at the table
[02:36.588] Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
[02:37.884] And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
[02:39.099] Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
[02:40.539] That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
[02:48.411] Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle. [02:53.993] And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger. [03:03.771] But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, [03:08.728] Take the rag away from your face.
[03:18.330] Now ain't the time for your tears.
[03:51.994] In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel [03:56.248] To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level [04:00.424] And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
[04:04.556] And that even the nobles get properly handled
[04:09.395] Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em [04:13.581] And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom, [04:17.529] Stared at the person who killed for no reason
[04:21.461] Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
[04:26.085] And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
[04:30.453] And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance, [04:35.095] William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
[04:46.056] Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
[04:51.437] Bury the rag deep in your face
[04:58.654] For now's the time for your tears.