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Hurricane

Bob Dylan
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Intro:
      

                          
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 something that he never done

  Put in a prison cell
                   
but one time he could-a been
                      
The champion of the world

Strumentale:
      

                             
  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

Strumentale:
      

                       
  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

Strumentale:
      

                      
  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 it might-a been that fighter
                       
that you saw runnin’ that night?”
                             
“Don’t forget that you are white”

Strumentale:
      

                              
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

  Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail

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”

Strumentale:
      

                         
  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 D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
                         
And the all-white jury agreed

Strumentale:
      

                              
  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
## Credits

JACQUES LEVY, BOB DYLAN © RAM-S-HORN-MUSIC, SONY MUSIC PUBLISHING (ITALY) S.R.L.

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