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Subject: Tab : The Hurricane - Dylan
From: cctr128@cantua.canterbury.ac.nz (Mr K Osborn)
Date: 4 Sep 92 18:44:58 +1200
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The Hurricane
By Bob Dylan

Am     F     Am    F

Am                              F        
Pistol shots ring out in the bar room 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've killed them all.

C                           F
  Here comes the story of the Hurricane

C                            F
  The man the authorities came to blame

Dm                            C
  For something that he never done

Dm
  Put in a prison cell

    C      Em              Am       F              C    G   Am  F  Am  F
But one time he could a been the champion of the world.


Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And 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 registar
I hope you understand
I saw them leaving he says and he stops
One of us had better call up the cops
And so Patty phones the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red light flashing in the hot New Jersey Night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple friends were driving around.
Number one contender for the middle-weight 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 and the time before that.
In Patterson that just the way things go.
If your black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat.

Alfred Bellow had a partner and he a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around.
He said, "I saw two run two men runnin', they looked like middleweights.
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
The cops said "Wait a minute boys, this ones 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 man.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in.
They take to the hospital and drag him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye,
Said what you bring him in here for he ain't the guy.
Yes here comes 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 could'a been the champion of the world.

Four months later the gheto's are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Auther Dexter Bradley still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame.
Remember that murder that you happened in a bar.
Remember you said you saw the getaway.
Think you'd like to play ball with law
Think it might have been the fighter that you saw
Running that night, don't forget that you are white.


Arthur Dexeter Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy like could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bellow
You don't want to go back to jail be a nice fellow.
You'll be doing society a favour.
That son of a bitch is braver getting braver
We want to put his arse 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 never did like to talk about it all much.
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when its all over I just as soon go on my way.
Up into some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice.
And ride some horse along the trail
But they sent him to the jail house
Where they tried to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubins cards were marked in advanced
The trial was a pig circus
He never stood a chance
The judge man Rubins witnessess drunkards from the slums
To the white folks 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 DA said he was the one who did the 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 badly 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 fools hands
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make you 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 sunrise,
While Rubin sits like budha in a ten foot cell,
An innocent man in a living hell.
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


Be seeing you,
Kelwyn.
_________

He said that's alright babe,
I love you too.
But we were Tangled Up In Blue.
       - Bob Dylan

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