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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
out my God, they killed them all
Here comes the story of the
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there Patty see
And another man Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was to go down
When a cop pulled him to the side of the road
Just the time 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
'Less you want to the heat

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And though man could hardly see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the came to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

Four months later, the are in flame
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw that night
Don't that you are white

Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice
be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin triple murder on him
He ain't no Jim

Rubin could take a man out just one punch
But he never did like to talk it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who he was a revolutionary bum
And to the folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the jury agreed

Rubin was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, who testified
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but make me feel to live in a land
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and ties
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
That's the story of the
But it be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world