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\selectlanguage{english}
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\beginsong{Hurricane}
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[by=Bob Dylan,cov=desire,album=Desire]
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\cover
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\gtab{Am}{X02210}
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\gtab{F}{1:022100}
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\gtab{C}{X32010}
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\gtab{Dm}{XX0231}
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\gtab{Em}{022000}
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\gtab{G}{320003}
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\ifchorded
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\beginverse*
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\musicnote{\Intro : {\nolyrics \[Am F Am F]}}
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\endverse
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\fi
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\beginverse
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\[Am]Pistol shots ring out in the bar\[F]room night
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\[Am]Enter Patty Valentine from the \[F]upper hall
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\[Am]She sees the bartender in a \[F]pool of blood
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\[Am]Cries out, ``My God! They killed \[F]them all!''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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\[C]Here comes the story of the \[F]Hurricane
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\[C]The man the authorities cam\[F]e to blame
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\[Dm]For something that he never \[C]done
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\[Dm]Put in a prison cell but \[C]one time
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\[Em]He could have been\[Am] the \[F]champion of the worl\[C]d
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{\nolyrics \[G Am F Am F]}
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Three bodied lying there does Patty see
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And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
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``I didn't do it'' he says, and he throws up his hands
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``I was only robbing the register, I hope you understand''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``I saw them leaving'' he says and he stops
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One of us had better call the cops
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And so Patty calls the cops
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And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
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In the hot New Jersey night
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
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Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
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Number one contender for the middleweight crown
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Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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When a cop pulled him over on the side of the road
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Just like the time before and the time before that
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In Paterson that just the ways things go
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If you black you might as well not show up on the streets
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Less you wanna draw the heat
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
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Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
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He said, ``I saw two men running out, they looked like middleweights
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They jumped into a white car with out of state plates''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
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Cop said, ``Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead''
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So they took him to the infirmary
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And although this man could hardly see
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They told him that he could identify the guilty men
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
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Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs
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The wounded man looks up though his one dying eye
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Says, ``Why'd you bring him here for? He ain't the guy!''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Here's the story of the Hurricane
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The man the authorities came to blame
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For something that he never done
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Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
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The champion of the world
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Four months later the ghetto's in flame
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Rubin's in South America, fighting for his name
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While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
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And the cops are putting the screw to him looking for somebody to blame
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``Remember that murder that happened in a bar?''
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``Remember? You said you saw the getaway car?''
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``You think you'd like to play ball with the law?''
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``Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?''
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``Don't forget that you are white''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Arthur Dexter Bradley said, ``I'm really not sure''
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The cops said, ``A poor boy like you could really use a break
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We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello
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Now you don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow''
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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``You'll be doing society a favor
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That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver
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We want to put his ass in the stir
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We want to pin this trip murder on him
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He ain't no gentleman Jim''
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
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He never did like to talk about it all that much
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It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay
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And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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Up to some paradise
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Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
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And ride a horse along a trail
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But then they took him to the jail house
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Where they try to make a man into a mouse
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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All of Rubin's card were marked in advance
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The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
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The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
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To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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But to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
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No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
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And though they could not produce the gun
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The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
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And the all-white jury agreed
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Rubin Carter was falsely tried
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The crime was murder \emph{one}, guess who testified?
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Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied
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And the newspapers all went along for the ride
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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How can the life of such a man
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Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
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To see him obviously framed
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Couldn't help but be ashamed to live in a land
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Where justice is a game
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties
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Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
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While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
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And innocent man in a living hell
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\endverse
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\beginverse*
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That's the story of the Hurricane
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But it won't be over till they clear him name
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And give him back the time he's done
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Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been
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The champion of the world
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\endverse
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\endsong
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