Pistols shots ring out i n the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out 'My God the y killed them all'
He re comes the story of t he Hurricane
Th e man the authoritie s came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cel l but one time he could-a been
The c hampion of th e world.
Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving arou nd mysteriously
'I didn't do it' he says a nd he throws up his hands
'I was only robbing the regis ter I hope you understand
I saw them leaving' he s ays and he stops
'O ne of us had bette r call up the cops'
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jerse y night.
Meanwhile far away i n another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of fri ends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda sh it was about to go down
Wh en a cop pulled him over to t he side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not SHOW up on the street
'Less you wanna draw th e heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said 'I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates'
An d Miss Patty Valentine j ust nodded her head
Cop said 'Wait a minute bo ys this one's not dead'
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he cou ld identify t he guilty men.
Four in the morning and t hey haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring 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 !'
Ye s here comes the story of the Hurricane
Th e man the authoriti es came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cel l but one time he could-a been
The champion of th e world.
Four months later t he ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South Americ a fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him look ing for somebo dy to blame
'R emember that murder tha t happened in a bar ?'
'R emember you said you saw th e getaway car?'
'You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?'
'Think it might-a been that fight er you saw running that night ?'
'Don't forget that you are white'.
Arthur Dexter Bradley said 'I'm really not sure'
Cops said 'A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
Yo u'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch i s brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this t riple murder on him
He a in't no Gentlema n Jim'.
Rubin could take a man out w ith just one punch
But he never did like to talk abo ut it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd ju st as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Wh ere 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 tur n a man i nto a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards w ere marked in advance
The trial was a pig-ci rcus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnes ses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he w as a revolution ary bum
And to the black folks he was j ust a crazy nigger
No one doubted that h e pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was t he one who did the deed
And the all-white j ury agreed.
Rubin Carter wa s 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
Ho w 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 f eel 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 he ll
Th at'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 him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
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