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{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3} |
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{guitar_comment: Intro: [Am F Am F]} |
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{newline} |
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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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[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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[Em]He could have been[Am] the [F]champion of the worl[C]d |
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[G Am F Am F] |
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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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``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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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``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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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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``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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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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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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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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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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Rubin Carter was falsely tried |
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The crime was murder 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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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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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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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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Oliverpool
9 years ago