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

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

Meanwhile, far away in another part of
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
Number one contender for the middleweight
Had no idea what kinda shit was 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 just the way things go
If black you might as well not show up on the street
you want to draw the heat

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

in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and brought him upstairs
The wounded man up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He the guy!
the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a
The champion of the

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

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

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

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

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

Now all the in their coats and their ties
Are free to martinis and watch the sun rise
While sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a hell
That's the story of the
But it won't be over till they clear his
And give him the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
The champion of the