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[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Pistol shots ring out in the [F]barroom night
[Am]Enter Patty Valentine from the [F]upper hall
She [Am]sees the bartender in a [F]pool of blood
[Am] Cries out "My God they[F] killed them all!"
[C]Here comes the story of the [F]Hurricane,
[G]    [C] The man the authorities [F]came to blame
[Dm] For something that he never [C]done
[Dm] Put in a prison cell but [C]one [Em]time   
He could have [Am]been the [F]champion of the [C]world [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Three bodies lyin’ there does[F] Patty see
[Am]And another man named Bello, [F]movin’ around mysteriously
[Am]“I didn’t do it,” he says, an[F]d he throws up his hands
[Am]“I was only robbin’ the regis[F]ter, I hope you understand
[C]I saw them leavin’,” he says[F], and he stops
[G]“O  [C]ne of us had better call [F]up the cops”
[Dm]And so Patty calls the cops [C]    
[Dm]And they arrive on the sce[C]ne w[Em]ith their red lights flashin’
In the hot New[Am] Jersey n[F]ight [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Meanwhile, far away in anothe[F]r part of town
[Am]Rubin Carter and a couple of [F]friends are drivin’ around
[Am]Number one contender for the [F]middleweight crown
[Am]Had no idea what kinda shit w[F]as about to go down
[C]When a cop pulled him over t[F]o the side of the road
[G]Ju  [C]st like the time before a[F]nd the time before that
[Dm]In Paterson that’s just the w[C]ay things go
[Dm]If you’re black you might [C]as w[Em]ell not show up on the street
’Less you wann[Am]a draw th[F]e heat [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Alfred Bello had a partner an[F]d he had a rap for the cops
[Am]Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley[F] were just out prowlin’ around
[Am]He said, “I saw two men runni[F]n’ out, they looked like middleweights
[Am]They jumped into a white car [F]with out-of-state plates”
[C]And Miss Patty Valentine jus[F]t nodded her head
[G]Co  [C]p said, “Wait a minute, b[F]oys, this one’s not dead”
[Dm]So they took him to the infir[C]mary
[Dm]And though this man could [C]hard[Em]ly see
They told him [Am]that he c[F]ould identify th[C]e guilt[G]y men

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Four in the mornin’ and they [F]haul Rubin in
[Am]Take him to the hospital and [F]they bring him upstairs
[Am]The wounded man looks up thro[F]ugh his one dyin’ eye
[Am]Says, “Wha’d you bring him in[F] here for? He ain’t the guy!”
[C]Yes, here’s the story of the[F] Hurricane
[G]Th  [C]e man the authorities cam[F]e to blame
[Dm]For somethin’ that he never d[C]one  
[Dm]Put in a prison cell, but [C]one [Em]time he could-a been
The champion o[Am]f the wor[F]ld [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Four months later, the ghetto[F]s are in flame
[Am]Rubin’s in South America, fig[F]htin’ for his name
[Am]While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s[F] still in the robbery game
[Am]And the cops are puttin’ the [F]screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame
[C]“Remember that murder that h[F]appened in a bar?”
[G]“R  [C]emember you said you saw [F]the getaway car?”
[Dm]“You think you’d like to play[C] ball with the law?”
[Dm]“Think it might-a been tha[C]t fi[Em]ghter that you saw runnin’ that night?”
“Don’t forget [Am]that you [F]are white” [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “[F]I’m really not sure”
[Am]Cops said, “A poor boy like y[F]ou could use a break
[Am]We got you for the motel job [F]and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
[Am]Now you don’t wanta have to g[F]o back to jail, be a nice fellow
[C]You’ll be doin’ society a fa[F]vor  
[G]Th  [C]at sonofabitch is brave a[F]nd gettin’ braver
[Dm]We want to put his ass in sti[C]r  
[Dm]We want to pin this triple[C] mur[Em]der on him
He ain’t no Ge[Am]ntleman J[F]im” [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Rubin could take a man out wi[F]th just one punch
[Am]But he never did like to talk[F] about it all that much
[Am]It’s my work, he’d say, and I[F] do it for pay
[Am]And when it’s over I’d just a[F]s soon go on my way
[C]Up to some paradise [F]    
[G]Wh  [C]ere the trout streams flo[F]w and the air is nice
[Dm]And ride a horse along a trai[C]l  
[Dm]But then they took him to [C]the [Em]jailhouse
Where they try[Am] to turn [F]a man into a mou[C]se [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]All of Rubin’s cards were mar[F]ked in advance
[Am]The trial was a pig-circus, h[F]e never had a chance
[Am]The judge made Rubin’s witnes[F]ses drunkards from the slums
[Am]To the white folks who watche[F]d he was a revolutionary bum
[C]And to the black folks he wa[F]s just a crazy nigger
[G]No  [C] one doubted that he pull[F]ed the trigger
[Dm]And though they could not pro[C]duce the gun
[Dm]The D.A. said he was the o[C]ne w[Em]ho did the deed
And the all-wh[Am]ite jury [F]agreed [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Rubin Carter was falsely trie[F]d  
[Am]The crime was murder “one,” g[F]uess who testified?
[Am]Bello and Bradley and they bo[F]th baldly lied
[Am]And the newspapers, they all [F]went along for the ride
[C]How can the life of such a m[F]an  
[G]Be  [C] in the palm of some fool[F]’s hand?
[Dm]To see him obviously framed [C]    
[Dm]Couldn’t help but make me [C]feel[Em] ashamed to live in a land
Where justice [Am]is a game[F]    [C]    [G]    

[Am]    [F]    [Am]    [F]    
[Am]Now all the criminals in thei[F]r coats and their ties
[Am]Are free to drink martinis an[F]d watch the sun rise
[Am]While Rubin sits like Buddha [F]in a ten-foot cell
[Am]An innocent man in a living h[F]ell  
[C]That’s the story of the Hurr[F]icane
[G]Bu  [C]t it won’t be over till t[F]hey clear his name
[Dm]And give him back the time he[C]’s done
[Dm]Put in a prison cell, but [C]one [Em]time he could-a been
The champion o[Am]f the wor[F]ld [C]    [G]    



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 have 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 it 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
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”


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 I’d just as soon go 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 to 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 D.A. 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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