Hurricane ---bob dylan
Pistol shots ring out
in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine
from the upper hall
She sees the bartender
in a pool of blood
Cries out My God
they killed them all
Here comes the story
of the Hurricane
The man the authorities
came to blame
For somethin that he never done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin
there does Patty see
And another man named Bello
movin around mysteriously
I didn't do it he says
and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin the register
I hope you understand
I saw them leavin he says
and he stops
One of us had better
call up the cops
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
with their red lights flashin
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile far away in another
part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple
of friends are drivin around
Number one contender
for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit
was about to go down
When a cop pulled him
over to the side
of the road
Just like the time before
and the time before that
In Paterson that's
just the way things go
If you're black
you might as well
not show up on the street
Less you wanna draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner
and he had a rap
for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley
were just out prowlin around
He said I saw two men
runnin out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car
with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine
just nodded her head
Cop said Wait a minute
boys this one's not dead
So they took him to
the infirmary
And though this man
could hardly see
They told him that he could
identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin
and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital
and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through
his one dyin eye
Says Wha'd you bring him
in here for
He ain't the guy
Yes here's the story
of the Hurricane
The man the authorities
came to blame
For somethin that he never done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Four months later
the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America
fightin for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's
still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin
the screws to him
lookin for somebody to blame
Remember that murder
that happened in a bar
Remember you said
you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like
to play ball with the law
Think might-a been that fighter
that you saw runnin that night
Don't forget that you are white
Arthur Dexter Bradley said
I'm really not sure
Cops said A poor boy
like you could use a break
We got you
for the motel job
and we're talkin
to your friend Bello
you don't wanta have to go
back to jail
or be a nice fellow
You'll be doin society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave
and gettin braver
We want to put his ass
in stir
We want to pin
this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Rubin could take a man
out with just one punch
But he never did
like to talk about it
all that much
It's my work he'd say
and I do it for pay
And when it's over
just as soongo on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow
and the air is nice
And ride a horse along
a trail
But then they took him
to the jailhouse
Where they try turn a man
into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards
were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus
he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses
drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched
he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks
he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that
he pulled the trigger
And though they could
not produce the gun
The DA said he was
the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one
guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they
both baldly lied
And the newspapers
they all went along
for the ride
How can the life
of such a man
Be in the palm of some
fool's hand
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me
feel ashamed
to live in a land
Where justice is a game
Now all the criminals
in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis
and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha
in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man
in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till
they clear his name
And give him back
the time he's done
Put in a prison cell
but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
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