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Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of
Cries out, "My God, they them all"

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

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

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

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin'
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the of the road

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

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

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

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

Yes, here's the story of the
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

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

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

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

be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this triple on him
He ain't no Jim"

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

Up to paradise
Where the streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses from the slums
To the white who watched he was a revolutionary bum

And to the black folks he was just a nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white agreed

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

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

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

That's the story of the
But it be over till they clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The of the world