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The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll吉他谱

Bob Dylan · 原调 C · 最后更新

Author:peanutpassion 50

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Words and music:Bob Dylan

Released on The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964) and Live 1975.

rendition, I would suggest ending each line with a G chord- just a pattern I've noticed

C           Am           Em

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

       C            Am                 Em

     C         Am      Em

At a Baltimore hotel society gatherin'

        C                  Am       Em

And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him

        C           Am      Em

As they rode him in custody down to the station

           C          Am         Em                   G

And booked William Zanzinger for first degree murder.

[Chorus]

     F  G        C          Am        F     G        C

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,

F        G    C             Am

F            G             C

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,

And swear words and sneerings,and his tongue it was a-snarling,

And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking,

[Chorus]

     F  G        C          Am        F     G        C

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,

F        G    C             Am

F            G             C

Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen,

And never sat once at the head of the table,

And didn't even talk to the people at the table,

And just cleaned up all the food from the table,

And emptied the ashtrays at a whole other level,

Got killed by a blow lay slain from a cane,

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle,

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

[Chorus]

     F  G        C          Am        F     G        C

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,

F        G    C             Am

F            G             C

And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded,

And that even the nobles get properly handled,

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,

And he spoke through his cloak most deep and distinguished,

And handed out strongly for penalty and repentance,

[Chorus]

     F  G        C          Am        F     G        C

But you who philosophise disgrace and criticise all fears,

F        G    C             Am

F            G             C

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