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

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

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the
Just like the before and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
'Less you want to draw the

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

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities 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 America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
And the are puttin' 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 you'd like to play with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that
Don't forget that you are

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

Rubin could take a man out with one punch
But he never did to talk about it all that much
my work, he'd 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 streams flow and the air is
And ride a along a trail
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though they could not the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, guess who
Bello and and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of fool's hand
To see him framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a
Where is a game

Now all the criminals in their coats and their
Are free to drink martinis and the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a cell
An innocent man in a living
That's the of the Hurricane
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him back the time done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world