Tablature hurricane - Bob Dylan

          



 # From: Steve Vetter <vetters@vax1.elon.edu>

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  {st:Bob Dylan}

  

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  [Am]Pistol shots ring out in the bar[F]room night

  [Am]enter Patty Valentine from the [F]upper hall

  [Am]She sees the bartender in a [F]pool of blood

  [Am]Cries out "My God they killed [F]them all!"

  [C]Here comes the story of the [F]Hurricane,

  [C]The man the authorities cam[F]e to blame

  [Dm]for something that he never [C]done

  [Dm]Put in a prison cell but [C]one time 

  [Em]he could have been[Am] the [F]champion of the worl[C]d  [G]   [Am]    [F]   [Am]    [F]  

  

  Three bodied lying there does Patty see

  and another man named Bello moving 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 the cops

  so Patty calls the cops

  and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin

  in the hot New Jersey night

  

  Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town

  Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around

  number one contender for the middleweight crown

  had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down

  when a cop pulled him over on the side of the road

  just like the time before and the time before that

  in Paterson that just the ways things go

  If you black you might as well not show up on the streets 

  Less you wanna draw the 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 although this man could hardly see

  they told him that he could identify the guilty men

  

  Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in

  Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs

  the wounded man looks up though his one dying eye

  says "why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!"

  Yes, here the story of the Hurricane

  The man the authorities came to blame 

  for something that he never done

  put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

  the champion of the world

  

  Four months later the ghetto's 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 screw to him looking 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 have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"

  "Don't forget that you are white"

  

  Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

  Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break

  We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello

  Now you don't want to ave to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

  You'll be doin' society a favor 

  That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver

  We want to put his ass in the stir

  We want to pin this trip murder on him

  He ain't ne Gentleman Jim"

  

  Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

  he never did like to talk about it all that much

  It's my work he'd say, 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 jail house 

  where they try to make a man into a mouse

  

  All of Rubin's card 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

  but to the black folks he was 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

  

  Rubin Carter was falsely tried

  the crime was murder "one", guess who testified?

  Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied

  and the newspapers 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 be ashamed to live in a land

  where justice is a game

  

  Now all the criminal 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

  and innocent man in a living hell

  that's the story of the Hurricane

  but it won't be over till they clear him name

  and give him back the time he's done

  put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

  the champion of the world.

   


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 Hurricane, de Bob dylan 

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