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Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Valentine from the upper hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' that he done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
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 scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New Jersey

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

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

in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up his one dyin' eye
Says, you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play with the law
it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not
The said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We to put his ass in stir
We to pin this triple murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with 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 it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some
Where the streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the
To the white who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one that he pulled the trigger
And though they not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the jury agreed

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both lied
And the newspapers, they all along for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him obviously
Couldn't but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a

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