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Acorde de Hurricane - Bob Dylan

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Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night

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Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall

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She sees the bartender in a pool of blood

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Cries out "My God they killed them all!"

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Here comes the story of the Hurricane,

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The man the authorities came to blame

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For something that he never done

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Put in a prison cell but one time

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He could have been the champion of the world



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Three bodied lying there does Patty see

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And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously

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"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands

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"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand

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I saw them leavin'," he says and he stops

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One of us had better call the cops

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And so Patty calls the cops

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And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'

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In the hot New Jersey night



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Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town

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Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around

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Number one contender for the middleweight crown

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Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down

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When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road

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Just like the time before and the time before that

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In Patterson that just the ways things go

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If you black you might as well not show up on the streets

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Less you wanna draw the heat



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Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops

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Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around

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He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middle-weights

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They jumped into a white car with out of state plates"

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And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head

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Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead"

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So they took him to the infirmary

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And although this man could hardly see

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They told him that he could identify the guilty men



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Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in

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Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs

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The wounded man looks up though his one dying eye

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Says "why'd you bring him here for? He ain't the guy!"

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Yes, here the story of the Hurricane

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The man the authorities came to blame

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For something that he never done

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Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

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The champion of the world



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Four months later the ghetto's on flame

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Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name

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While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game

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And the cops are puttin' the screw to him looking for somebody to blame

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"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"

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"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"

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"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"

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"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?"

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"Don't forget that you are white"



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Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"

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Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break

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We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello

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Now you don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow

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You'll be doin' society a favor

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That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver

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We want to put his ass in the stir

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We want to pin this trip murder on him

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He ain't no Gentleman Jim"



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Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

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He never did like to talk about it all that much

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It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay

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And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way

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Up to some paradise

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Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice

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And ride a horse along a trail

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But then they took him to the jail house

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Where they try to make a man into a mouse



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All of Rubin's card were marked in advance

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The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance

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The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums

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To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum

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but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger

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No one doubted that he pulled the trigger

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And though they could not produce the gun

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The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed

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And the all-white jury agreed



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Rubin Carter was falsely tried

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The crime was murder "one", guess who testified?

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Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied

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And the newspapers all went along for the ride

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How can the life of such a man

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Be in the palm of some fool's hand?

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To see him obviously framed

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Couldn't help make him feel ashamed to live in a land

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Where justice is a game



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Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties

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Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

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While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell

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And innocent man in a living hell

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That's the story of the Hurricane

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But it won't be over till they clear his name

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And give him back the time he's done

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Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been

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The champion of the world

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