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






