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♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ 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 somethin’ that
he never done ♪ ♪ Put in a prison cell, but
one time he could-a 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 the 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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