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(Am)Pistol shots ring out in the (F)barroom night    
(Am)Enter Patty Valentine from the (F)upper hall.
(Am)She sees the bartender in a (F)pool of blood,
(Am)Cries out, "My God, they (F)killed them all!"
(C)Here comes the story of the (F)Hurricane,                      
(C)The man the authorities (F)came to blame
(Dm)For somethin' that he never (C)done.
(Dm)Put in a prison cell, but (C)one (Em)time he could-a (Am)been
The (F)champion of the (C)world. (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Three bodies lyin' there does (F)Patty see
(Am)And another man named Bello, movin' around (F)mysteriously.
(Am)I didn't do it," he says, and he (F)throws up his hands
(Am)I was only robbin' the register, I (F)hope you understand.
(C)I saw them leavin'," he (F)says, and he stops
(C)One of us had better (F)call up the cops."
(Dm)And so Patty calls the (C)cops
(Dm)And they arrive on the (C)scene (Em)with their red lights (Am)flashin'
In the (F)hot New Jersey (C)night. (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Meanwhile, far away in another (F)part of town
(Am)Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are (F) drivin'around.
(Am)Number one contender for the (F) middleweight crown
(Am)Had no idea what kinda shit was (F) about to go down
(C)When a cop pulled him over to the (F)side of the road
(C)just like the time before and the (F)time before that.
(Dm)In Paterson that's  just the way things (C)go.
(Dm)If you're black you might as well not (C) show (Em)up on the(Am)street
Less you (F) wanna draw the (C) heat.  (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a (F)rap for the cops.
(Am)Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just (F)out prowlin' around
(Am)He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they (F)looked like middleweights
(Am)They jumped into a white car with (F)out-of-state plates."
(C)And Miss Patty Valentine just (F)nodded her head.
(C)Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, (F)this one's not dead"
(Dm)So they took him to the infir(C)mary
(Dm)And though this man could hardly (C)see (Em)They told him that (Am)he could 
identi(F)fy the guilty (C)men. (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Four in the mornin' and they (F)haul Rubin in,
(Am)Take him to the hospital and they (F)brouhgt him upstairs.
(Am)The wounded man looks up through his (F)one dyin' eye
(Am)Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? (F)He ain't the guy!"
(C)Yes, here's the story of the (F)Hurricane,
(C)The man the authorities (F)came to blame
(Dm)For somethin' that he never (C)done.
(Dm)Put in a prison cell, but (C)one (Em)time he could-a (Am)been
The (F)champion of the (C)world. (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Four months later, the ghettos (F)are in flame,
(Am)Rubin's in South America, (F)fightin' for his name
(Am)While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in (F)the robbery game
(Am)And the cops are puttin'
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 the screws to him,lookin for (F)somebody to blame.
(C)"Remember that murder that (F)happened in a bar?"
(C)"Remember you said you saw the (F)getaway car?"
(Dm)"You think you'd like to play ball with the (C)law?"
(Dm)"Think it might-a been that fighter that you (C)saw 
(Em)runnin' that (Am)night? Don't (F)forget that you are (C)white." (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)
   
(Am)Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm (F)really not sure."
(Am)Cops said, "A poor boy like you (F)could use a break
(Am)We got you for the motel job and we're (F)talkin' to your friend Bello
(Am)Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, (F)be a nice fellow.
(C)You'll be doin' so(F)ciety a favor.
(C)That sonofabitch is (F)brave and gettin' braver.
(Dm)We want to put his ass in (C)stir
(Dm)We want to pin this triple (C)mur(Em)der on (Am)him
He (F)ain't no Gentleman (C)Jim."  (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Rubin could take a man out with (F)just one punch
(Am)But he never did like to talk about it (F)all that much.
(Am)It's my work, he'd say, and I (F)do it for pay
(Am)And when it's over I'd just as (F)soon go on my way
(C)Up to some (F)paradise
(C)Where the trout streams flow and the (F)air is nice
(Dm)And ride a horse along a (C)trail.
(Dm)But then they took him to the (C)jail(Em)house
Where they (Am)try to (F)turn a man into a (C)mouse.  (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)All of Rubin's cards were (F)marked in advance
(Am)The trial was a pig-circus, he (F)never had a chance.
(Am)The judge made Rubin's witnesses (F)drunkards from the slums
(AM)To the white folks who watched he was a (F)revolutionary bum
(C)And to the black folks he was just a (F)crazy nigger.
(C)No one doubted that he (F)pulled the trigger.
(Dm)And though they could not produce the (C)gun,
(Dm)The D.A. said he was the (C)one (Em)who did the (Am)deed
And the (F)all-white jury (C)agreed. (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Rubin Carter was (F)falsely tried.
(Am)The crime was murder "one," (F)guess who testified?
(Am)Bello and Bradley and they (F)both baldly lied
(Am)And the newspapers, they all went (F)along for the ride.
(C)How can the life of (F)such a man
(C)Be in the palm of (F)some fool's hand?
(Dm)To see him obviously (C)framed
(Dm)Couldn't help but make me feel (C)ashamed (Em)to live in a (Am)land
Where (F)justice is a (C)game.  (G)

(Am)   (F)   (Am)   (F)

(Am)Now all the criminals in their (F)coats and their ties
(Am)Are free to drink martinis and (F)watch the sun rise
(Am)While Rubin sits like Buddha in a (F)ten-foot cell
(Am)An innocent man in a (F)living hell
(C)That's the story of the (F)Hurricane
(C)But it won't be over till they (F)clear his name
(Dm)And give him back the time he's (C)done
(Dm)Put him in a prison cell but (C)one (Em)time he could-a (Am)been
The (F)champion of the (C)world.  

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