Hurricane (Unrealesed Version) Lyrics
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Hurricane (Unrealesed Version) Lyricsby Bob Dylan Buy album CD: Other Songs A - Y Original Lyrics written by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy. Were submitted to CBS but parts were considered to controversial.) Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the floor above She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "God, they killed my love!" 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 coulda been the Champion of the World. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see, And another man named Arthur Dexter Bradley. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands. "I was only robbin' the bodies, 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 his friends are driving around. The number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kind of 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 that just the ways things go... If you're black you might as well not show Up on the streets Unless you wanna draw the heat. Now Arthur Dexter Bradley laid this rap on the cops: "I just came in this place tonight to see what I could steal "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 one's not dead!" So they took him to the infirmary. And though this man could hardly see He told them he could identify the guilty man Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy..." Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell but one time he coulda been The Champion of the World Four months later the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America, fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, looking for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that just happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure." Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break." "We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello." "You don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow." "You'll be doin' society a favor." "That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver." "We want to put his ass in the stir." "We want to pin this trip murder on him." "He ain't 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 "It's my work," he'd say, "I do it for pay." "And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way "Up into 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 jail house, Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig circus, he never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white 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 trigger And though they could not produce the gun The DA 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 boldly 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 fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't 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 sunrise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done... Put in a prison cell but one time he coulda been The Champion of the World...
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