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Bob Dylan
Hurricane


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, andquot;my god, they killed them all!andquot;
here comes the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethinand' that he never done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Three bodies lyinand' there does patty see
and another man named bello, movinand' around mysteriously.
andquot;i didnand't do it,andquot; he says, and he throws up his hands
andquot;i was only robbinand' the register, i hope you understand.
i saw them leavinand',andquot; he says, and he stops
andquot;one of us had better call up the cops.andquot;
and so patty calls the cops
and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashinand'
in the hot new jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
rubin carter and a couple of friends are drivinand' 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 thatand's just the way things go.
if youand're black you might as well not show up on the street
and'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 prowlinand' around
he said, andquot;i saw two men runninand' out, they looked like middleweights
they jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.andquot;
and miss patty valentine just nodded her head.
cop said, andquot;wait a minute, boys, this oneand's not deadandquot;
so they took him to the infirmary
and though this man could hardly see
they told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the morninand' and they haul rubin in,
take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
the wounded man looks up through his one dyinand' eye
says, andquot;whaand'd you bring him in here for? he ainand't the guy!andquot;
yes, hereand's the story of the hurricane,
the man the authorities came to blame
for somethinand' 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,
rubinand's in south america, fightinand' for his name
while arthur dexter bradleyand's still in the robbery game
and the cops are puttinand' the screws to him, lookinand' for somebody to blame.
andquot;remember that murder that happened in a bar?andquot;
andquot;remember you said you saw the getaway car?andquot;
andquot;you think youand'd like to play ball with the law?andquot;
andquot;think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runninand' that night?andquot;
andquot;donand't forget that you are white.andquot;
Arthur dexter bradley said, andquot;iand'm really not sure.andquot;
cops said, andquot;a poor boy like you could use a break
we got you for the motel job and weand're talkinand' to your friend bello
now you donand't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
youand'll be doinand' society a favor.
that sonofabitch is brave and gettinand' braver.
we want to put his ass in stir
we want to pin this triple murder on him
he ainand't no gentleman jim.andquot;
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
but he never did like to talk about it all that much.
itand's my work, heand'd say, and i do it for pay
and when itand's over iand'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 rubinand's cards were marked in advance
the trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
the judge made rubinand'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 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 deed
and the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin carter was falsely tried.
the crime was murder andquot;one,andquot; 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 fooland's hand?
to see him obviously framed
couldnand'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 living hell.
thatand's the story of the hurricane,
but it wonand't be over till they clear his name
and give him back the time heand's done.
put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
the champion of the world.
Bob Dylan
Huracán


disparos de pistola resuenan en la noche de cantina
introducir Valentín de la empanada de la sala superior.
ella ve el camarero en un charco de sangre,
grita, andquot; Dios mío, que los mató a todos andquot!;
aquí viene la historia del huracán,
el hombre al que las autoridades la culpa
para somethinand 'que nunca hizo.
puso en una celda de prisión, pero una vez que podía, un estado
el campeón del mundo.
Tres cuerpos lyinand 'hay qué ver empanada
y otro hombre llamado Bello, moviNAND 'alrededor misteriosamente.
andquot; i didnand't hago, andquot; dice, y él levanta las manos
andquot; yo sólo era robbinand 'el registro, espero que usted entienda.
Los vi leavinand ', andquot; dice, y se detiene
andquot; uno de nosotros tenía mejor llamar a la cops.andquot;
y así Patty llama a la policía
y llegan a la escena con sus luces rojas flashinand '
en la nueva camiseta de la noche caliente.
Mientras tanto, lejos en otra parte de la ciudad
Rubin Carter y un par de amigos se drivinand 'alrededor.
contendiente número uno por la corona de peso medio
no tenía idea de qué clase de mierda era punto de bajar
cuando un policía lo detuvo a un lado de la carretera
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