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Pistol shots out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, they them all
Here comes the story of the
The man the came to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there does see
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I you understand
I saw leavin', he says, and he stops
One of us had better up the cops
And so calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights
In the hot New Jersey

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

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

Four in the mornin' and they haul in
They took him to the and they brought him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he never
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The of the world

Four months later, the are in flame
Rubin's in America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to
Remember that that happened in a bar
Remember you said you saw the car
You you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that that you saw runnin' that night
forget that you are white

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

Rubin could take a man out with one punch
But he never did like to about it all that much
my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to paradise
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a
But then took him to the jailhouse
they try to turn a man into a mouse

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

Rubin Carter was tried
The crime was murder one, guess who
Bello and Bradley and they both lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the
How can the life of 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 coats and their
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot
An innocent man in a hell
the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him back the time done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the