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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
Here comes the story of the
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
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Three bodies lyin' there Patty see
And another man Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better up the cops
And so calls the cops
And they arrive on the with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go
When a cop him over to the side of the road
Just like the before and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
'Less you want to draw the

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they him to the infirmary
And though this man could see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery
And the cops are puttin' the to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter you saw runnin' that night
forget that you are white

Arthur Bradley said I'm really not sure
The cops said a poor boy you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your Bello
You don't wanta have to go to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' a favor
sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in
We want to pin this murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as go on my way
Up to some
Where the trout streams and the air is nice
And ride a along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's drunkards from the slums
To the folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of some hand
To see him framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a
justice is a game

Now all the criminals in coats and their ties
Are to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they his name
And give him back the he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
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