Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night/Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall/She sees a bartender in a pool of blood/Cries out my God, they killed them all/Here comes the story of the Hurricane/The man the authorities came to blame/For somethin' that he never done/Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been/The champion of the world
Shots were heard in the bar at night, Patty Valentine came down from the upper hall and saw a bartender laying in a pool of blood. She cries out "my God, they killed them all". Here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities blame for something that he didn't do. Now he's locked up in a prison cell but he could have been the champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see/And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously/I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands/I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand/I saw them leavin', 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 their red lights flashin'/In the hot New Jersey night
Patty saw three bodies lying on the ground while a man named Bello was walking around. He says he didn't do it, he was just robbing the register. He claims he saw them leaving. Patty calls the cops and they arrive on the scene with their 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 drivin' 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 and 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 street/'Less you want to draw the heat
Meanwhile on the other side of town, Rubin Carter, the number one contender for the middleweight crown, and his friends are driving around. He had no idea what was about to happen, when a cop pulled him over, just like the multiple times before that. That's how things are in Patterson, if you're black you might as well stay off the streets unless you want to draw heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops/Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around/He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights/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
Alfred Bello had a friend who had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur were just put messing around. He claimed to have seen two men that looked like middleweights running out and jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates. Miss Patty nodded her head. The cops noticed one of the three men lying on the ground weren't dead so they took him to the infirmary, and the man said he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in/They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs/The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye/Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!/Here's the story of the Hurricane/The man the authorities came to blame/For somethin' that he never done/Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been/The champion of the world
They hauled Rubin in at four in the morning. They took him to the hospital. The wounded man looks at him and asks why they brought him in, he isn't the guy. Here's the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame for something he didn't do. He was put in a prison cell but he could have been the champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame/Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name/While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game/And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame/Remember that murder that happened in a bar/Remember you said you saw the getaway car/You think you'd like to play ball with the law/Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night/Don't forget that you are white
Four months later the ghettos are in flame. Rubin's in South America fighting for his name, while Arthur is still robbing, and the cops are still blaming him because they have no one else to blame. The cops are asking him about seeing the getaway car, and if it might have been a fighter that he saw running.
Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure/The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break/We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello/You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow/You'll be doin' society a favor/That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver/We want to put his ass in stir/We want to pin this triple murder on him/He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Arthur wasn't sure. The cops tried bribing him with a job, and said to cooperate so he doesn't have to go back to jail. He'll be doing the world a favor, the murderer is brave and is only getting braver. The cops want to arrest him and pin the triple murder on the person who actually did it, because he isn't a gentleman.
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch/But he never did like to talk about it all that much/It's my work, he'd say, and 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
Rubin could knock a man out with just one punch, but he doesn't like to talk about it. It's his job and he only does it for the money. When his fight is over he goes on his way up to paradise where the trout streams flow and the air is nice, and rides a horse along a trail. But then they took him to a jail house, where they turn men into mice.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance/The trial was a pig-circus, 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
Rubins trial was rigged, he never had a chance. The witnesses were drunkard that live in the slums, and rich white folks. To the black folks, he was just a crazy man. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. The D.A said he was the murderer 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 baldly 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 fool's hand/To see him obviously framed/Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land/Where justice is a game
Rubin was falsely tried. Bello and Bradley falsely testified, and the newspaper went along with it. Someone's life is being messed up in the palm of some fool's hand. It makes him feel ashamed to live in a land where justice isn't taken seriously.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties/Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise/While Rubin sits like Buddha 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 could-a been/The champion of the world
Now the real murderers are free to do whatever they please, while Rubin, an innocent man, sits in a jail cell that's like a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane. It won't be over till they clear his name and set him free. They put him in a prison cell, when he could have been the champion of the world.