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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the ##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##------------------------------------------------------------------------------##From: Steve Vetter <[email protected]>

Hurricane - Bob DylanCRDs by Steve Vetter & TSOBD

Am F Am F

Am FPistol shots ring out in the barroom nightAm Fenter Patty Valentine from the upper hallAm FShe sees the bartender in a pool of bloodAm FCries out "My God they killed them all!"C FHere comes the story of the Hurricane,C FThe man the authorities came to blame

Dm Cfor something that he never doneDm CPut in a prison cell but one timeEm Am F C G Am F Am Fhe could have been the champion of the world

Three bodied lying there does Patty seeand another man named Bello moving mysteriously"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands"I was only robbin the register, I hope you understandI saw them leavin," he says and he stopsOne of us had better call the cops

so Patty calls the copsand they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashinin the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile somewhere in another part of townRubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving aroundnumber one contender for the middleweight crownhad no idea what kind of shit was about to go downwhen a cop pulled him over on the side of the roadjust like the time before and the time before thatin Paterson that just the ways things goIf you black you might as well not show up on the streetsLess you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the copsHim and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin aroundHe said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweightsThey jumped into a white car with out of state plates"And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her headCop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"so they took him to the infirmaryand although this man could hardly seethey told him that he could identify the guilty men



Four in the morning and they haul Rubin inTake him to the hospital and bring him upstairsthe wounded man looks up though his one dying eyesays "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"Yes, here the story of the HurricaneThe man the authorities came to blamefor something that he never doneput in a prison cell but one time he could've beenthe champion of the world

Four months later the ghetto's in flameRubin's in South America fightin for his namewhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery gameand the cops are puttin the screw to him looking 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 have been that fighter that you saw running 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 really use a breakWe got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello

Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice fellowYou'll be doin' society a favorThat son of a bitch is brave and getting braverWe want to put his ass in the stirWe want to pin this trip murder on himHe ain't ne Gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with just one punchhe never did like to talk about it all that muchIt's my work he'd say, I do it for payand when it's over I'd just as soon go on my wayup to some paradisewhere the trout streams flow and the air is nice

and ride a horse along a trailbut then they took him to the jail housewhere they try to make a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's card were marked in advanceThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chancethe judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slumsto the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumbut to the black folks he was a crazy niggerno one doubted that he pulled the triggerand though they could not produce the gunthe D.A. said he was the one who did the deedAnd the all-white jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely triedthe crime was murder "one", guess who testified?Bello and Bradley and the both badly liedand the newspapers all went along for the ridehow can the life of such a manbe in the palm of some fool's hand?to see him obviously framedcouldn't help but be ashamed to live in a landwhere justice is a game



Now all the criminal in their coats and their tiesare free to drink martinis and watch the sun risewhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot celland innocent man in a living hellthat's the story of the Hurricanebut it won't be over till they clear him nameand give him back the time he's doneput in a prison cell but one time he could've beenthe champion of the world

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Steve Vetter % I'm not the same %% [email protected] % As I was long ago %% Elon College % I've learned some new things %% Love School of Business % And I hope that it shows... %% Alpha Kappa Psi % - Neil Young %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

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