Hurricane
Lyrics
Pistol shots ring out on the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed 'em all"full lyrics...
Features Of This Song
acoustic rock instrumentationbluegrass influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
extensive vamping
acoustic sonority
minor key tonality
an emotional male lead vocal performance
a prominent harmonica part
acoustic rhythm guitars
solo strings
prominent percussion
political lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Arthur Dexter, Bradley and Bello and they both lied So they took him to the infirmary And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously And the cops are puttin' the screws to him "I didn't do it," He says, and he throws up his hands The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been But it won't be over till they clear his name They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates The champion of the world And the all-white jury agreed They told him that he could identify the guilty men Think you'd like to play ball with the law? Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see Meanwhile, far away in another part of town If you're black you might as well not show up on the street Publisher: RAM'S HORN MUSIC And though they could not produce the gun That's the story of the Hurricane The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance The crime was murder one and guess who testified? No one doubted that he pulled the trigger Says, "What'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy" Rubin Carter was falsely tried While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game But he never did like to talk about it all that much Lookin' for somebody to blame And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Alfred Bello [Incomprehensible] had a rap for the cops Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure And ride a horse along the trail She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break And give him back the time he's done Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name The man the authorities came to blame All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance And though this man could hardly see Songwriters: Bob Dylan, Jacques Levy The man the authorities came to blame Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise Remember you said you saw the getaway car? Rubin could take a man out with just one punch An innocent man in a living hell The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell And when it's over, I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise He ain't no gentleman Jim" Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" The champion of the world "Remember that murder that happened in a bar? Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down To see him obviously framed Where they try to turn a man into a mouse Number one contender for the middleweight crown To live in a land where justice is a game Cries out, "My God, they killed 'em all" For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand" He saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights That son-of-a-bitch is brave and gettin' braver Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane We want to put his ass in stir Pistol shots ring out on the barroom night To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Don't forget that you are white" I saw them leavin'" He says, and he stops But then they took him to the jailhouse Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night? Here comes the story of the Hurricane You'll be doin' society a favor Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride We want to pin this triple murder on him In the hot New Jersey night Take him to the hospital and they bought him upstairs "One of us had better call up the cops" How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? The champion of the world We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Him and Arthur Dexter bradley were just out prowlin' around 'Less you wanna draw the heat In Paterson that's just the way things go Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in And so patty calls the cops It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for the pay For somethin' that he never done Just like the time before and the time before that






