Lyric Hurricane - Bob Dylan

Lyric Song Hurricane: 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 outyquot;My Godtheyve killed them all!yquot;
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done
Put in a prison cellbut one time he could a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin there does Patty see
And another man named Bellomovin around mysteriously
yquot;I didn t do ityquot; he saysand he throws up his hands
yquot;I was only robbin the registerI hope you understand
I saw them leavin yquot; he saysand he stops
yquot;One of us had better call up the copsyquot;
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhilefar 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 saidyquot;I saw two men runnin outthey looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out of state platesyquot;
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop saidyquot;Wait a minuteboysthis one s not deadyquot;
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
Saysyquot;Wha d you bring him in here for He ain t the guy!yquot;
Yeshere s the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin that he never done
Put in a prison cellbut one time he could a been
The champion of the world
Four months laterthe ghettos are in flame
Rubin s in South Americafightin for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin the screws to himlookin for somebody to blame
yquot;Remember that murder that happened in a baryquot;
yquot;Remember you said you saw the getaway caryquot;
yquot;You think you d like to play ball with the lawyquot;
yquot;Think it might a been that fighter that you saw runnin that nightyquot;
yquot;Don t forget that you are whiteyquot;
Arthur Dexter Bradley saidyquot;I m really not sureyquot;
Cops saidyquot;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 jailbe 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 Jimyquot;
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 workhe d sayand 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 jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig circushe 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 DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all white jury agreed
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder yquot;oneyquot; guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapersthey 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 cellbut one time he could a been
The champion of the world