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pzl cts rq ·t ny brrm nt xr pty vlxän frm y pr hl cí sís 'bwxr n 'pl v bw kräs ·t mä gd, yé kw ym l hír kms yzrí fy hrkén ymn y ywís kém tú blém fr smyq yt hí nvr dn pt n 'prsn sl, bt vn täm hí kdv bn yjmpín fy vrw

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a 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 could-a been The champion of the world

yrí bdís läq yr ds pty ś x nyr mn némd bl, múvq r·x mzríslí /wx dú t, hí ss, x hí thrvs p hs hxs /vs nl rbq yrjzr, /hp ǔ xrzx /ś ym lívq, hí ss, x hí zps vn f s̀ hd btr kl p ykps x ś pty kls ykps x yé räv ny sín vy yr w lts flcq ny ht NJ nät

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 robbing the register, I hope you understand I saw them 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 their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night

mínväl, fr vé n nyr pw v t·n rbn kwr' 'kpl v frxs r drävq r·x nmbr vn cxxr fry mdlvét kr·n hd nó ädí vt kx ct vs b·t tg d·n vn 'kp pw hm óvr y säd fy rd jz läk ytäm bfr 'y täm bfr yt n ptrsn yts jz yvé yqs gó f ur blk ǔ mät s̀ vl x có p ny zrt ls ǔ vx tú dr yhít

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 and 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 street Less you want to draw the heat

alfw bl hd 'pwnr' hí hd 'rp fry kps hm' aryr dkzr bwlí vr jz ·t prvlq rplx hí sd, /ś tú mn rnq ·t, yé lkt läk mwlvéts yé jmpt xú 'vät kr vy ·t-v-zét plts x ms pty vlxän jz xd hr hd kp sd, vét 'mx, bös, ys vns x w ś yé tk hm tú y nfrmrí x yó ys mn kd hwlí ś yé tw hm yt hí kd ädxfä ygwí mn

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 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 They told him that he could identify the guilty men

fr ny mrnq' yé hl rbn n yé tk hm y hsptl' yé bw hm pzrs yvúxd mn lks p yrú hs vn däq ä ss, väd ǔ brq hm n hír fr? hí éx ygä! hírs yzrí fy hrkén ymn y ywís kém tú blém fr smyq yt hí nvr dn pt n 'prsn sl, bt vn täm hí kdv bn yjmpín fy vrw

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! 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 could-a been The champion of the world

fr mnys ltr, ygtos r n flém rbqs n s·y mrk, fätq fr hs ném väl aryr dkzr bwlís zl ny rbbry gém 'y kps r ptq yskrvs thm, lkq fr smbdí tú blém rmbr yt mwr yt hpx n 'br rmbr ǔ sd ǔ ś ygtvé kr ǔ ynk ǔd läk tú plé bl vyy l ynk t mätv bn yt fätr yt ǔ ś rnq yt nt dx frgt yt ǔr vät

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubings 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 getaway car You think you'd like to play ball with the law Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw running that night Don't forget that you are white

aryr dkzr bwlí sd /m rlí x cr ykps sd 'púr bö läk ǔ kd s̀ 'brék ví gt ǔ fry mótl jb' vír tlkq tú ǐr frx blo ǔ dx vx hv tg bk tú jél, b 'näs fló ǔl b dúq sóstí 'fvr yt snfbtj s̀ brév' gtq brvr ví vx tú pt hs s̀ n zr ví vx tú pn ys trpl mwr n hm hí éx nó jxlmn jm

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow You'll 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 triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim

rbn kd ték 'mn ·t vy jz vn pnj bt hí nvr w läk tú tk b·t t l yt mj ts mä vrk, híd ś, x /dú t fr pé x vn ts óvr 'd jz s̀ sún gó n mä vé p tú sm pwäs vr ytrt zríms fló' y r s̀ näs x rd 'hrs lq 'trél bt yn yé tk hm y jlhs vr yé trä tú trn 'mn xú 'm·s

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, 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 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

l v rbqs kws vr mrkt n dvns yträl vs 'pg-srks, hí nvr hd 'jns yjj méd rbqs vtnss drnkws fmy slms y vät flks hú vjt hí vs 'rvlúcnrí bm x y blk flks hí vs jz 'kréś qr nó vn dw yt hí pw ytrgr x yó yé kd x pwús ygn yDA sd hí vs y vn hú w ydd x y l-vät jrí grd

All of Rubings cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance The judge made Rubings 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 n·gg·r 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

rbn kwr vs flslí trd ykräm vs mwr vn, gs hú tzfd bl' bwlí' yé bóy bwly ld 'y núspéprs, yé l vx lq fry rd h· kn yläf v sj 'mn b ny pm v sm fúls hx tú ś hm obvslí frmd kwx hlp bt mék mí fíl cémd tú läv n 'lx vr jzs s̀ 'gém

Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder one, guess who testified Bello and Bradley and they 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

n· l ykrmnls n yr kóts' yr täs r frí tú drnk mwnís' vj ysn räs väl rbn zs läk búd n 'tn-ft sl n nsx mn n 'lvq hl yts yzrí fy hrkén bt t vx b óvr tl yé klr hs ném x gv hm bk ytäm hís dn pt n 'prsn sl, bt vn täm hí kd- bn yjmpín fy vrw

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell 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 could-a been The champion of the world