Pistol shots ring out in the
barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the
upper hall
She sees the bartender in a
pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God....they killed
them all!"
Here comes 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 coulda been the Champion
of the World...
Three bodies lying there does
Patty see
And another man named Bello
moving around 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 up
the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene
With their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night...
Meanwhile far away in another
part of town,
Rubin Carter and a couple of
his friends are driving around.
The 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 to
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'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 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 though this man could hardly
see
He told them he could identify
the guilty man
Four in the morning and they
haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital
and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through
his one dying eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in
here for? He ain't the guy..."
Yes, here's 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 coulda 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 puttin the
screws to him, looking for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that just
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 use a break."
"We got you for the motel job
and were talking to your friend Bello."
"You don't want to have 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 no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with
just one punch
But 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 into 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 turn a man
into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards 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
And 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 DA 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
baldly lied
And the newspapers, they 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 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 martinis and
watch the sunrise
While Rubin 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 prison cell but one
time he coulda been
The Champion of the World...
For all of you who actually read all the way down to the bottom of this page, click here to see the lyrics Dylan originally submitted to CBS, but which were initially rejected because they were too controversial.