Bob Dylan – Hurricane

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 Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
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 Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
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 She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
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 Cries out My God they killed them all!
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 Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
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 The man the authorities came to blame
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 For something that he never done
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 Put in a prison cell but one time 
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 He could have been the champion of the world
 
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 Three bodied lying there does Patty see
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 And another man named Bello moving mysteriously
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 I didn't do it he says, and he throws up his hands
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 I was only robbin the register, I hope you understand
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 I saw them leavin, he says and he stops
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 One of us had better call the cops
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 So Patty calls the cops znd they arrive 
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 On the scene with their red lights flashin
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 In the hot New Jersey night
 
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 Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
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 Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
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 Number one contender for the middleweight crown
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 Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
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 When a cop pulled him over on the side of the road
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 Just like the time before and the time before that
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 In Paterson that just the ways things go
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 If you black you might as well 
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 Not show up on the streets 
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 Less you wanna draw the heat
 
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 Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
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 Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin around
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 He said I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweights
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 They jumped into a white car with out of state plates
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 And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
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 Cop said Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead
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 So they took him to the infirmary
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 And although this man could hardly see
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 They told him that he could identify the guilty men
 
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 Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
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 Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
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 The wounded man looks up though his one dying eye
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 Says why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!
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 Yes, here the story of the Hurricane
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 The man the authorities came to blame 
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 For something that he never done
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 Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
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 The champion of the world

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 Four months later the ghetto's in flame
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 Rubin's in South America fightin for his name
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 While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
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 And the cops are puttin the screw 
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 To him looking for somebody to blame
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 Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
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 Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
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 You think you'd like to play ball with the law?
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 Think it might have been that fighter 
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 That you saw running that night?
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 Don't forget that you are white
 
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 Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
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 Cops said A poor boy like you could really use a break
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 We got you for the motel job 
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 And were talking to your friend Bello
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 Now you don't want to ave to go 
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 Back to jail, be a nice fellow
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 You'll be doin' society a favor 
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 That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
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 We want to put his ass in the stir
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 We want to pin this trip murder on him
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 He ain't ne Gentleman Jim
 
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 Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
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 He never did like to talk about it all that much
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 It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay
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 And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
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 Up to some paradise where the trout streams 
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 Flow and the air is nice
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 And ride a horse along a trail
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 But then they took him to the jail house 
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 Where they try to make a man into a mouse
 
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 All of Rubin's card were marked in advance
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 The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
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 The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
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 To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
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 But to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
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 No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
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 And though they could not produce the gun
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 The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
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 And the all-white jury agreed
 
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 Rubin Carter was falsely tried
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 The crime was murder one, guess who testified?
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 Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied
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 And the newspapers all went along for the ride
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 How can the life of such a man 
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 Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
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 To see him obviously framed
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 Couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land
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 Where justice is a game
 
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 Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties
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 Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
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 While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
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 And innocent man in a living hell
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 That's the story of the Hurricane
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 But it won't be over till they clear him name
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 And give him back the time he's done
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 Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
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 The champion of the world