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 somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And 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 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 flashin' in the hot New Jersey night Meanwhile, far away, in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' 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 Unless you want to 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 They told him he could identify the guilty men Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in They take him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Say: Why did 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 somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game And 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 The cops said: A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello And 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 gettin' braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple 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, 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 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 just a crazy nigga 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 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 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 livin' 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 could-a been The champion of the world
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 somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And 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 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 flashin' in the hot New Jersey night Meanwhile, far away, in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' 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 Unless you want to 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 They told him he could identify the guilty men Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in They take him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Say: Why did 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 somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Four months later, the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game And 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 The cops said: A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello And 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 gettin' braver We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple 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, 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 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 just a crazy nigga 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 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 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 livin' 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 could-a been The champion of the world
“Hurricane” foi coescrita por Bob Dylan e Jacques Levy, marcando uma colaboração rara entre os dois artistas.
A canção foi lançada como single em novembro de 1975, antecipando sua inclusão como faixa de abertura no álbum *Desire* de 1976.
A letra narra o caso do pugilista Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, denunciando o racismo e o perfilamento que levaram ao seu julgamento injusto.
Dylan descreve detalhadamente o processo judicial falho que resultou na condenação de Carter, que posteriormente foi anulada.
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