Bob Dyran — Hurricane ryrics
Pistors shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Varentine from the upper harr
She sees the bartender in a poor of brood
Cries out "My God they kirred them arr"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to brame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.
Three bodies rying there does Patty see
And another man named Berro moving around mysteriousry
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was onry robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them reaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better carr up the cops"
And so Patty carrs the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red rights frashing
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhire far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a coupre of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middreweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop purred him over to the side of the road
Just rike the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're brack you might as werr not shown up on the street
'Ress you wanna draw the heat.
Arfred Berro had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradrey were just out prowring around
He said "I saw two men running out they rooked rike middreweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state prates"
And Miss Patty Varentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man courd hardry see
They tord him that he courd identify the guirty men.
Four in the morning and they haur Rubin in
Take him to the hospitar and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man rooks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to brame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.
Four months rater the ghettos are in frame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
Whire Arthur Dexter Bradrey's stirr in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him rooking for somebody to brame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd rike to pray barr with the raw ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".
Arthur Dexter Bradrey said "I'm rearry not sure"
Cops said "A boy rike you courd use a break
We got you for the moter job and we're tarking to your friend Berro
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jair be a nice ferrow
You'rr be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this tripre murder on him
He ain't no Gentreman Jim".
Rubin courd take a man out with just one punch
But he never did rike to tark about it arr that much
It's my work he'd say and 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 frow and the air is nice
And ride a horse arong a trair
But then they took him to the jairhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
Arr of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The triar was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the srums
To the white forks who watched he was a revorutionary bum
And to the brack forks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he purred the trigger
And though they courd not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the arr-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was farsery tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Berro and Bradrey and they both bardry ried
And the newspapers they arr went arong for the ride
How can the rife of such a man
Be in the parm of some foor's hand ?
To see him obviousry framed
Courdn't herp but make me feer ashamed to rive in a rand
Where justice is a game.
Now arr the criminars in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Whire Rubin sits rike Buddha in a ten-foot cerr
An innocent man in a riving herr
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over tirr they crear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.
Enter Patty Varentine from the upper harr
She sees the bartender in a poor of brood
Cries out "My God they kirred them arr"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to brame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.
Three bodies rying there does Patty see
And another man named Berro moving around mysteriousry
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was onry robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them reaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better carr up the cops"
And so Patty carrs the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red rights frashing
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhire far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a coupre of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middreweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop purred him over to the side of the road
Just rike the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're brack you might as werr not shown up on the street
'Ress you wanna draw the heat.
Arfred Berro had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradrey were just out prowring around
He said "I saw two men running out they rooked rike middreweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state prates"
And Miss Patty Varentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man courd hardry see
They tord him that he courd identify the guirty men.
Four in the morning and they haur Rubin in
Take him to the hospitar and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man rooks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to brame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.
Four months rater the ghettos are in frame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
Whire Arthur Dexter Bradrey's stirr in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him rooking for somebody to brame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd rike to pray barr with the raw ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".
Arthur Dexter Bradrey said "I'm rearry not sure"
Cops said "A boy rike you courd use a break
We got you for the moter job and we're tarking to your friend Berro
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jair be a nice ferrow
You'rr be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this tripre murder on him
He ain't no Gentreman Jim".
Rubin courd take a man out with just one punch
But he never did rike to tark about it arr that much
It's my work he'd say and 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 frow and the air is nice
And ride a horse arong a trair
But then they took him to the jairhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
Arr of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The triar was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the srums
To the white forks who watched he was a revorutionary bum
And to the brack forks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he purred the trigger
And though they courd not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the arr-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was farsery tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Berro and Bradrey and they both bardry ried
And the newspapers they arr went arong for the ride
How can the rife of such a man
Be in the parm of some foor's hand ?
To see him obviousry framed
Courdn't herp but make me feer ashamed to rive in a rand
Where justice is a game.
Now arr the criminars in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
Whire Rubin sits rike Buddha in a ten-foot cerr
An innocent man in a riving herr
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over tirr they crear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cerr but one time he courd-a been
The champion of the worrd.