Hurricane
Bob Dylan
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[Intro]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FPistol shots ring out in the bar room nightAm FEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hallAm FShe sees the bartender in a pool of bloodAm FShe cries out "My God they killed them all"C FHere comes the story of the HurricaneC FThe man the authorities came to blameDm CFor something that he never doneDm C EmPut in a prison cell but one timeAm F C GHe could have been the champion of the world[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FThree bodies lying there does Patty seeAm FAnd another man named Bello movin' around mysteriouslyAm F"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his handsAm F"I was only robbing the register, I hope you understandC FI saw them leaving" he says and he stopsC FOne of us had better call up the copsDm CAnd so Patty calls the copsDm C EmAnd they arrive on the scene with their red lightsAm F C GFlashing on the hot New Jersey night[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FMeanwhile somewhere in another part of townAm FRubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving aroundAm FThe number one contender for the middleweight crownAm FHad no idea what kinda shit was about to go downC FWhen a cop pulled them over to the side of the roadC FJust like the time before and the time before thatDm CIn Paterson that's just the way things goDm C Em AmIf you're black you might as well not show up on the streetF C GLess you wanna draw the heat[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FAlfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the copsAm FHim and Arthur Dextor Bradley were just down prowling aroundAm FHe said "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweightsAm FThey jumped in to a white car with out of state plates"C FAnd Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her headC FThe cops said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"Dm CSo they took him to the infirmaryDm CAnd although the man could hardly seeEm Am F C GHe told them that he could identify the guilty man[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FFour in the morning and they hauled Rubin inAm FThey took him to the hospital and brought him upstairsAm FThe wounded man looked up through his one dying eyeAm FSays "Why you bring him in for? He ain't the guyC FYes, here is the story of the HurricaneC FThe man the authorities came to blameDm CFor something that he never doneDm C EmPut in a prison cell but one timeAm F C GHe could have been the champion of the world[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FFour months later the ghetto all in flameAm FRubin's in South America fighting for his nameAm FWhile Author Dexter Bradley still in the robbery gameAm FAnd the cops are putting the screws to him looking for someone to blameC F"Remember that murder that happened in the bar?"C F"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"Dm C"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"Dm C Em Am"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night"F C G"Don't forget that you are white"[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FArthur Dextor Bradley said "I'm really not sure"Am FCops said "A poor boy like you could use a breakAm FWe got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend BelloAm FNow you don't want to go back to jail, be a nice fellowC FYou'll be doing society a favorC FThat son of bitch is brave and getting braverDm CWe want to put his ass in a stirDm C Em AmWe want to pin this triple murder on himF C GHe ain't no gentleman Jim"[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FRubin could take a man out with just one punchAm FBut he never did like to talk about it all that muchAm F"It's my work" he'd say "I do it for pay"Am FAnd when it's over I'd just as soon go on my wayC FUp to some paradiseC FWhere the trout streams flow and the air is niceDm CAnd ride a horse along the trailDm C EmBut then they took him to the jailhouseAm F C GWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FAll Rubin's cards were marked in advanceAm FThe trial was a pig circus, he never had a chanceAm FThe judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slumsAm FTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumC FAnd to the black folks he was just a crazy niggerC FNo one doubted that he pulled the triggerDm CAnd though they could not produce the gunDm C Em AmThe D.A. said he was the one who did the deedF C GAnd the all white jury agreed[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FRubin Carter was falsely triedAm FThe crime was murder one and guess who testifiedAm FBello and Bradley and they both badly liedAm FAnd the newspapers all went along for the rideC FHow can the life of such a manC FBe in the palm of some fool's handDm CTo see him obviously framedDm C Em AmCouldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a landF C GWhere justice is a game[Instrumentale]Am F Am F[Strophe]Am FNow all the criminals in their coats and their tiesAm FAre free to drink Martinis and watch the sun riseAm FWhile Rubin sit like Buddha in a ten foot cellAm FAn innocent man in a living hellC FThat's the story of the HurricaneC FBut it won't be over 'til they clear his nameDm CAnd give him back the time he's doneDm C EmPut in a prison cell but one timeAm F C GHe could have been the champion of the world[Outro]Am F Am FAm F Am F