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