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Pistol ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a bartender in a of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The of the world

Three bodies lyin' there does see
And man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had call up the cops
And so Patty the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
In the hot New Jersey

Meanwhile, far in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of are drivin' around
Number one contender for the crown
Had no idea kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the
Just the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the
'Less you want to draw the

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with plates
And Miss Patty just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this not dead
So they took him to the
And this man could hardly see
They him that he could identify the guilty men

in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one eye
Says, you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The of the world

Four later, the ghettos are in flame
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for to blame
Remember that murder that in a bar
Remember you you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' night
Don't forget you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm not sure
The cops said a boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a fellow
You'll be society a favor
That sonofabitch is and gettin' braver
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin take a man out with just one punch
But he did like to talk about it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to a man into a mouse

All of cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a
The made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the
And though could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the
And the all-white agreed

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was murder one, who testified
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
How can the of such a man
Be in the palm of fool's hand
To see him obviously
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun
Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living
That's the story of the
But it won't be over till clear his name
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world