PLAYPLAYHet lied gebruikt telkens de zelfde akkoorden bij de coupletten en refreinen. Intro: Am F Am F Couplet: Am F Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Am F Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall AM F She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Am F Cries out; my god, they killed 'm all Refrein: C F Here comes the story of the hurricane C F The man the authorities came to blame Dm C For something that he'd never done Dm Put in a prison cell C Em But one time he could have been F C G Am F Am F the champion of the world Couplet Three bodies lying there does Patty see Another man named Bello, moving around mysteriously I didn't do it he says And he throws up his hands I was only robbing the register I hope you understand I saw him leaving he says and he stops One of us had better call up the cops And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with the red lights flashing In the hot new jersey night Meanwhile far away 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 kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before the time before that In paterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the streets Unless 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 prowling around He said I saw two men running out they looked like middleweigts 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 though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in, They take him to the hospitle and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says what'd you bring him in here for He ain't the guy Yes here is the story of the hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he'd never done Put in a prison cell But one time he could have been the champion of the world Four months later the ghetto's are in flame Rubin's in South America, fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him, looking for somebody to blame Remember that murder that happened in a bar Remember you said you saw the get-away-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 Bradlay says; I'm really not sure The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break We've got you for the moteljob we're talking to your friend Bello Now you don't want have to go back to jail be a nice fellow You'll be doing society a favor The son of a bitch is brave and getting braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no gentleman Jim Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he'd 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 jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pigcircus 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 And to the black folks he was just 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 trialed The crime was murder one, guess who testified Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they went all along for the ride How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hands To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martini's and watch the sun rise While Rubins sits like buddha in a ten foot cell An innocent man in a living hell Yes that's the story of the hurricane But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prisoncell But one time he could have been the champion of the world
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