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Het lied gebruikt telkens de zelfde akkoorden bij de coupletten en refreinen.

Intro:
Am F Am F

Couplet:
Am                                       F
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Am                                         F
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
AM                                         F
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Am                                F
Cries out; my god, they killed 'm all

Refrein:
C                                   F
Here comes the story of the hurricane
C                                       F
The man the authorities came to blame
Dm                                 C
For something that he'd never done
Dm 
Put in a prison cell 
C                              Em                     
But one time he could have been 
F                                     C G Am F Am F  
the champion of the world

Couplet
Three bodies lying there does Patty see
Another man named Bello, moving around mysteriously
I didn't do it he says
And he throws up his hands
I was only robbing the register
I hope you understand


I saw him leaving 
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 the red lights flashing
In the hot new jersey night


Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends 
are driving 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 the time before that 
In paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show
up on the streets
Unless 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 prowling around
He said I saw two men running out they looked like middleweigts
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
They told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in,
They take him to the hospitle and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says what'd you bring him in here for 
He ain't the guy

Yes here is the story of the hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he'd never done
Put in a prison cell 
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But one time he could have been 
the champion of the world

Four months later the ghetto's 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 putting the screws to him,
looking for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the get-away-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 Bradlay says; I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
We've got you for the moteljob 
we're talking to your friend Bello 
Now you don't want have to go back to jail
be a nice fellow

You'll be doing society a favor
The son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he'd 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 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 Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pigcircus
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 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 trialed
The crime was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they went all along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hands
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 martini's 
and watch the sun rise
While Rubins 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 prisoncell 
But one time he could have been 
the champion of the world

 	    	   	    	                        


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