Hurricane

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Pistol shots ring out in the bar 
room night
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Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
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She sees the bartender in a pool of 
blood
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Cries out "My God they killed them 
all!"
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Here comes the story of the 
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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
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He could have been the champion 
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of the world

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Three bodies lying there does Patty 
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see
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And another man named Bello moving
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 around mysteriously
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"I didn't do it" he says, and he 
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throws up his hands
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"I was only robbin' the register, 
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I hope you understand

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I saw them leavin'," he says and 
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I|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
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with their red lights flashin'

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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 
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friends are driving around
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Number one contender for the 
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middleweight crown
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Had no idea what kind of shit was 
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about to go down
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When a cop pulled him over to the 
side of the road
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Just like the time before and the 
time before that
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In Patterson that just the ways 
things go
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If you black you might as well not
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 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 
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had a rap for the cops
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Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were
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 just out prowlin' around
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He said "I saw two men runnin out,
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 they looked like middle-weights
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They jumped into a white car with 
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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 
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identify the guilty men

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Four in the morning and they haul 
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Rubin in
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Take him to the hospital and bring 
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him upstairs
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The wounded man looks up though 
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his one dying eye
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Says "why'd you bring him here 
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for? He ain't the guy!"
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Yes, here 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 
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he could've been
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The champion of the world
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Four months later the ghetto's on 
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flame
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Rubin's in South America fightin' 
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for his name
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While Arthur Dexter Bradley's 
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still in the robbery game
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And the cops are puttin' the screw
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 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
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 with the law?"
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"Think it might have been that 
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fighter that you saw running that 
night?"
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"Don't forget that you are 
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white"

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Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm 
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really not sure"
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Cops said "A poor boy like you 
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could really use a break
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We got you for the motel job and 
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were talking to your friend Bello
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Now you don't want to have to go 
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back to jail, be a nice fellow
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You'll be doin' 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 
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him
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He ain't no Gentleman Jim"
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Rubin could take a man out with 
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just one punch
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He never did like to talk about it
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 all that much

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It's my work he'd say, I do it 
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I|for pay 

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And when it's over I'd just as 
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soon go on my way
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Up to some paradise
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Where the trout streams flow and 
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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 
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house
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Where they try to make a man 
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into a mouse

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All of Rubin's card were marked in 
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advance
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The trial was a pig-circus, he 
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never had a chance
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The judge made Rubin's witnesses 
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drunkards from the slums
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To the white folks who watched he 
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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 
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the gun
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The D.A. said he was the one who 
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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 
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who testified?
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Bello and Bradley and the both badly
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 lied
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And the newspapers all went along 
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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 make him feel 
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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 
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coats and their ties
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Are free to drink martinis and 
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watch the sun rise
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While Rubin sits like Buddha in a 
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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 
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clear his 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 
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he could've been
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The champion of the world
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