Bob Dylan "Hurricane" lyrics

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Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom nightEnter 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 blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty seeAnd another man named Bello, movin' 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 copsAnd they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of townRubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.Number one contender for the middleweight crownHad no idea what kinda shit was about to go downWhen a cop pulled him over to the side of the roadJust 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 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' aroundHe said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweightsThey 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 ones not dead!"So they took him to the infirmaryAnd though this man could hardly seeThey told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eyeSays, "What'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 blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,Rubins in South America, fightin' for his nameWhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery gameAnd the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' 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 runnin' 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 breakWe got you for the motel job and were talkin' to your friend BelloNow you don't wan'ta 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 gettin' braver.We want to put his ass in stirWe want to pin this triple-murder on himHe ain't no Gentleman Jim.

Rubin could take a man out with just one punchBut 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 its over I'd just as soon go on my wayUp to some paradiseWhere the trout streams flow and the air is niceAnd ride a horse along a trail."But then they took him to the jailhouseWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advanceThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slumsTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumAnd 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 deedAnd the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.The crime was murder one, guess who testified?Bello and Bradley and they both baldly liedAnd the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.How can the life of such a manBe in the palm of some fool's hand?To see him obviously framedCouldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a landWhere justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their tiesAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun riseWhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cellAn innocent man in a living hell.That's the story of the Hurricane,But it won't be over 'till they clear his nameAnd give him back the time he's done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Uragan

Pucnjevi pištolja u noćnom klubuSiđe Patty Valentine sa gornjeg hodnika.Vidi barmena u lokvi krviZavapi; Moj Bože, sve su ih ubili!Evo dolazi priča uragana,Čovjek kojeg su vlasti došle krivitiZa nešto što nikad nije učinio.Stavljen u zatvorsku ćeliju, no jednom je mogao bitiPrvak svijeta.

Tri tijela, Patty vidi kako ležeI drugi čovjek, imenom Bello se okolo sumnjivo kreće.Nisam to učinio, on govori i diže svoje rukeSamo sam pljačkao kasu, nadam se da razumiješ.Vidio sam kako odlaze, kaže i onda stane,Bolje da jedan od nas nazove policiju.I tako Patty nazove policijuI oni dolaze na mjesto zločina sa svojim crvenim rotirkamaU vrućoj noći New Jerseya.

U međuvremenu, daleko na drugom kraju gradaRubin Carter i njegovih par prijatelja se voze naokolo.Glavni izazivač za krunu srednje teške kategorijePojma nije imao kakvo sranje se spremaKad ga je policajac zaustavio sa strane cesteKao i onaj put prije i onaj put prije toga.U Patersonu to je jednostavno bilo tako.Ako si crnac bolje se i ne pojavljivati na uliciosim ako ne želiš nevolju privući.

Alfred Bello je imao partnera i on je otkucavao za policijuOn i Arthur Dexter Bradely su baš izašli i počeli vrebatiOn rekao je; Vidjeh 2 čovjeka kako istrčavaju, bili su srednje teškiUskočili su u bijeli auto sa stranim tablicama.A gospođica Patty Valentine je samo klimala glavom.Policija je rekla; Čekajte malo momci, ovaj nije mrtavStog' su ga odveli u bolnicuI iako je taj čovjek jedva mogao gledatiRekli su mu da on sigurno može prepoznati krivce.

4 ujutro i oni privode Rubina,Dovoze ga do bolnice i odvode gore.Ranjeni čovjek je digao pogled s jednim umirućim okomGovori; Zašto ste ga doveli ovdje? to nije taj tip!Da ovo je priča uragana,Vlasti su došli baciti krivnjuZa nešto što nikad nije učinio.Stavljen u zatvorsku ćeliju, ali jednom je mogao bitiPrvak svijeta.

4 mjeseca kasnije, gore sirotinjske četvrti,Rubin je u južnoj Americi, bori se za svoje imeDok je Arthur Dexter Bradely još u pljačkaškoj igriI policija steže obruč oko njega, traženekoga za okriviti.Sjećaš se onih umorstva što su se dogodila u klubu?Sjećaš se da rekao si da si vidio auto kako odlazi?Misliš da se možeš igrati mačke i miša sa zakonom?Misliš li da si možda vidio onog boksača kako bježi tenoći?Ne zaboravi da bijelac ti si.

Arthur Dexter Bradely je rekao; Nisam siguran.Policija je odgovorila; Sirotom momku kao ti bi ovo dobro došloImamo te za pljačku u motelu i razgovaramo s tvojim pajdašem BellomPa sad, ti stvarno ne možeš htjeti u zatvor, budi drug.Činit' ćeš uslugu društvu.Taj kučkin sin je hrabar i postaje hrabrijim.Želimo spremiti njegovo dupe u ćuzuŽelimo mu prišiti trostruko ubojstvoNije on nikakav gospodin Jim.

Rubin je mogao srediti čovjeka s jednim udarcemAli nikad nije baš volio govoriti o tome.To je moj posao, govorio bi, i radim to za novceI kad je sve gotovo što prije bih krenuo svojim putemPrema nekom rajuGdje potok s pastrvama žubori i zrak je čistI konj jaše puteljkom.No tad su ga odveli u kaznionicuGdje pokušavaju od čovjeka napraviti miša.

Sve Rubinove karte su označene od početkaSuđenje je bilo svinjarija, šansa mu je bila nikakvaSudac je sve Rubinove svjedoke prikazao kao pijanice iz getaBijelcima se on činio kao revolucionarni odmetnikA crncima kao luda crnčuga.No nitko nije sumnjao dal' je on povukao okidač.I iako nisu mogli naći pištolj,Javni tužitelj je rekao da je on učinio zločinI sva bijela porota se složila s njim.

Rubin Carter je imao lažno suđenje.Za suđenje za umorstvo prvog stupnja, pogodi tko je svjedočio?Bello i Bradely su oboje hrabro lagaliA novine su jedva dočekale nešto takvo.Kako život takvog čovjekaMože biti u šaci neke budale?Vidjeh da mu je očito podmetnuto,nisam si mogao pomoći da me ne bude sram što sam u zemljiGdje je pravda igra.

I sad svi kriminalci u svojim kaputima i kravatamaSu slobodni piti martini i gledati izlazak suncaDok Rubin sjedi kao Buda u ćeliji od 10 stopaNevin čovjek koji živi u paklu.To je priča uragana,ali nije gotova dok ne obrane njegovo imei vrate mu njegovo izgubljeno vrijeme.Stavljen u zatvorsku ćeliju, no jednom je mogao bitiPrvak svijeta.

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