Bob Dylan - "Hurricane" lyrics

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 coulda 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 sh*t
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
"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 coulda 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 mighta 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 son of a b****
Is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his as* 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 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-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 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 "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