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Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed all"

Here comes the story of the
The man, the came to blame
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you

I saw them leavin'" he says, and he
"One of us had better up the cops"
And so Patty calls the
And they arrive on the with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in another of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of are drivin' around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him to the side of the road

Just like the before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, one's not dead"
So they took him to the
And though man could hardly see
They told him he could identify the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy"

Yes, here's the of the hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for to blame

"Remember that murder that in a bar?"
"Remember you you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget you are white"

Arthur Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
Cops said, "A poor boy you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go to jail, be a nice fellow

You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We want to put his ass in
We to pin this triple murder on him
He no gentleman Jim"

Rubin could take a man out with one punch
But he never did like to about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when over I'd just as soon go on my way

Up to paradise
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of Rubin's cards were in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black he was just a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the jury agreed

Rubin was falsely tried
The crime was one, guess who testified?
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride

How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some hand?
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but make me feel to live in a land
Where is a game

Now all the in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun
While sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living

That's the story of the
But it won't be till they clear his name
And him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world