• Hurricane of Bob Dylan ( my favorite song)


    picture of bob dylan and Rubin "Hurricane" Carter


    "Hurricane" Bob Dylan

    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 could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Three bodies lyin there does patty see
    And another man named bello, movin around mysteriously.
    I didnt 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 shit 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 thats just the way things go.
    If youre 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 ones 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
    Says, whad you bring him in here for? he aint the guy!
    Yes, heres 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 could-a been
    The champion of the world.

    Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
    Rubins in south america, fightin for his name
    While arthur dexter bradleys 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 youd like to play ball with the law?
    Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin that night?
    Dont forget that you are white.

    Arthur dexter bradley said, Im really not sure.
    Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break
    We got you for the motel job and were talkin to your friend bello
    Now you dont wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
    Youll be doin society a favor.
    That sonofabitch is brave and gettin braver.
    We want to put his ass in stir
    We want to pin this triple murder on him
    He aint 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.
    Its my work, hed say, and I do it for pay
    And when its over Id 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 jailhouse
    Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

    All of rubins cards were marked in advance
    The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
    The judge made rubins 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 d.a. 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 fools hand?
    To see him obviously framed
    Couldnt 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.
    Thats the story of the hurricane,
    But it wont be over till they clear his name
    And give him back the time hes done.
    Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    The champion of the world.

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