Bob Dylan - Hurricane

^AmPistol shots ring out in the ^Fbar room night ^AmEnter Patty Valintine from the ^Fupper hall ^AmShe sees the bartender in a ^Fpool of blood ^AmShe cries out " my god they ^Fkilled them all" ^CHere comes the story of the ^FHurricane ^CThe man the authorities ^Fcame to blame ^DmFor something that he never ^Cdone ^DmPut in a prison cell but ^Cone ^E7time He could have ^Ambeen th ^Fchampion of the ^Cworld ^G

^AmThree bodies lying there ^Fdoes Patty see ^AmAnd another man name Bello movin around m^Fysteriously " ^AmI didn't do it " he says and he ^Fthrows up his hands " ^AmI was only robbing the register,I ^Fhope you understand ^CI saw them leaving " he ^Fsays and he stops ^COne of us had better ^Fcall up the cops ^DmAnd so Patty calls the ^Ccops ^DmAnd they arrive on the ^Cscene ^E7with there red lights Flashing in the ^Amhot New ^FJersey ^Cnight ^G

^AmMeanwhile somewhere in ^Fanother part of town ^AmRubin Carter and a couple of friends are ^Fdriving around ^AmThe number one contender for the ^Fheavy weight crown ^AmHad no idea what kinda ^Fshit was about to go down ^CWhen a cop pulled them over to the ^Fside of the road ^CJust like the time before and the the ^Ftime before that ^DmIn Paterson that's just the way it ^Cgo ^DmIf your black you might as well not ^Cshow ^E7up on the street Less you ^Amall just wanna ^Fdraw the ^Cheat ^G

^AmAlfred Bello had a partner and he had a ^Frap for the cops ^AmHim and Aurthor Dextor Bradley were just ^Fdown prowling around ^AmHe said " I saw two men runnin out,they looked like ^Fmiddle weights ^AmThey jumped in to a white car with ^Fout of state plates" ^CAnd Miss Patty Valintine just ^Fnodded her head ^CThe cops said "wait a minute boys ^Fthis ones not dead" ^DmSo they took him to the infirm^Cary ^DmAnd although the man could hardly ^Csee ^E7He told them that he ^Amcould identi^Ffy the guilty ^Cman ^G

^AmFour in the morning and they ^Fhauled Rubin in ^AmThey took him to the hospital and ^Fbrought him up stairs ^AmThe wounded man looked up through his ^Fone dying eye ^AmSays"why you bring him in for? He ^Fain't the guy ^CYes here is the story of the ^Fhurricane ^Cthe man the authorities ^FCame to blame ^DmFor something that he never ^Cdone ^DmPut in prison cell but ^Cone ^E7time He could have ^Ambeen the ^Fchampion of the ^Cworld ^G

^AmFour months later the ^Fghetto all in flame ^AmRubin's in South America f^Fighting for his name ^AmWhile Author Dexter Bradley still in the ^Frobbery game ^AmAnd the cops are putting the screws to him looking for ^Fsomeone to blame ^C"Remember that murder that ^Fhappened in the bar ?" ^C"Remember you said you saw the g^Fetaway car?" ^Dm"You think you'd like to play ball with the ^Claw?" "^DmThink it might have been that fighter that you ^Csaw ^E7runnin that night" "Don't f^Amorget that ^Fyou are ^Cwhite" ^G

^AmAurthor Dextor Bradley said "^FI'm really not sure" ^AmCops said "a poor boy like you ^Fcould use a break ^AmWe got you for the motel job and we're ^Ftalking to your friend Bello ^AmNow you don't want to go back to jail ^Fbe a nice fellow ^CYou'll be doing ^Fsociety a favor ^CThat son of bitch is ^Fbrave and getting braver ^DmWe want to put his ass in a ^Cstir ^DmWe want to pin this triple ^Cmurder ^E7on him he ^Amain't no ^Fgentleman ^CJim" ^G

^AmRubin could take a man out with ^Fjust nor punch ^AmBut he never did like to talk about it ^Fall that much ^Am"it's my work"he'd say "I ^Fdo it for pay" ^AmAnd when it's over I'd just as ^Fsoon go on my way ^CUp to some ^Fparadise ^CWhere the trout streams flow and the ^Fair is nice ^DmAnd ride a horse along the ^Ctrail ^DmBut then they took him to the ^Cjail ^E7house Where they try to ^Amturn a ^Fman into a ^Cmouse ^G

^AmAll Rubin's cards were ^Fmarked in advance ^AmThe trial was a pig circus , he never ^Fhad a chance ^AmThe judge made Rubin's witnesses ^Fdrunkards from the slums ^AmTo the white folks who watched he was a ^Frevolutionary bum ^CAnd to the black folks he was just a ^Fcrazy nigger ^CNo one doubted that he ^Fpulled the trigger ^DmAnd though they could not produce the ^Cgun ^DmThe D.A said he was the ^Cone ^E7who did the deed And the ^Amall white ^Fjury a^Cgreed ^G

^AmRubin Cartet was ^Ffalsely tried ^AmThe crime was murder one and ^Fguess who testified ^AmBello and Bradley and ^Fthey both badly lied ^AmAnd the newspapers all went a^Flong for the ride ^CHow can the life of ^Fsuch a man ^CBe in the palm of s^Fome fools hand ^DmTo see him obviously ^CFramed ^DmCouldn't help but make me feel a^Cshamed ^E7to live a land Where ^Amjustice ^Fis a ^Cgame ^G

^AmNow all the criminals in their ^Fcoats and their ties ^AmAre free to drink martinis and ^Fwatch the son rise ^AmWhile Rubin sit like Buddha in a ^Ften foot cell ^AmAn innocent man in a ^Fliving hell ^CThat's the story of the ^FHurricane ^CBut it won't be over til they ^Fclear his name ^DmAnd give him back the time he's ^Cdone ^DmPut in a prison cell but ^Cone ^E7time he could have ^Ambeen the ^Fchampion of the ^Cworld ^G