This song is called "Hurricane"
If you got any political pull at all
Maybe you can help us get this man out of jail
Back onto the streets
Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they've killed 'em 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' 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 leave, though" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call on 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 Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black, you might as well not show up on the streets
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello, he laid this rap on the cops
Me and Arthur Dexter Bradley were in here prowlin' around
"We saw two men runnin' out of here, they looked like middleweights
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 that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, 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
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him lookin' for someone 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 now, you're white"
Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job, we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanna 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 do it for pay
"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 nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
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？
Arthur Dexter Bradley and Bello, and they both 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 and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
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 him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.377]This song is called "Hurricane"
[00:04.132]If you got any political pull at all
[00:06.124]Maybe you can help us get this man out of jail
[00:09.196]Back onto the streets
[00:35.715]Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
[00:38.974]Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall
[00:42.695]She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
[00:45.965]Cries out, "My God, they've killed 'em all"
[00:49.430]Here comes the story of the Hurricane
[00:52.912]The man the authorities came to blame
[00:56.196]For somethin' that he never done
[00:59.522]Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[01:03.285]The champion of the world
[01:14.615]Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
[01:17.874]And another man named Bello movin' mysteriously
[01:21.177]"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
[01:24.311]"I was only robbin' the register I hope you understand
[01:27.806]I saw them leave, though" he says and he stops
[01:31.285]"One of us had better call on the cops"
[01:34.543]And so Patty calls the cops
[01:38.009]And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
[01:41.502]In the hot New Jersey night
[01:52.651]Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
[01:56.141]Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
[01:59.506]Number one contender for the middleweight crown
[02:02.485]Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
[02:06.228]When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
[02:09.478]Just like the time before and the time before that
[02:12.494]In Patterson that's just the way things go
[02:15.599]If you're black, you might as well not show up on the streets
[02:19.817]'Less you want to draw the heat
[02:31.313]Alfred Bello, he laid this rap on the cops
[02:33.873]Me and Arthur Dexter Bradley were in here prowlin' around
[02:37.368]"We saw two men runnin' out of here, they looked like middleweights
[02:40.962]Jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
[02:44.193]And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
[02:47.278]Cop said "Wait a minute, boys this one's not dead"
[02:50.259]So they took him to the infirmary
[02:54.251]And though this man could hardly see
[02:56.089]They told him that he could identify the guilty men
[03:08.989]Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
[03:12.307]Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
[03:15.297]The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
[03:18.308]Says "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
[03:22.064]Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
[03:25.427]The man the authorities came to blame
[03:28.697]For somethin' that he never done
[03:32.047]Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[03:35.635]The champion of the world
[03:46.841]Four months later the ghettos are in flame
[03:49.969]Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name
[03:52.718]Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
[03:56.207]And the cops are puttin' the screws to him lookin' for someone to blame
[03:59.975]"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
[04:03.040]Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
[04:06.152]You think you'd like to play ball with the law?
[04:09.378]Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?
[04:13.099]Don't forget now, you're white"
[04:24.185]Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
[04:27.566]Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break
[04:30.428]We got you for the motel job, we're talkin' to your friend Bello
[04:34.018]You don't wanna have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
[04:37.527]You'll be doin' society a favor
[04:40.626]That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver
[04:43.952]We want to put his ass in stir
[04:47.209]We want to pin this triple murder on him
[04:50.949]He ain't no Gentleman Jim"
[05:01.694]Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
[05:04.792]But he never did like to talk about it all that much
[05:07.919]"It's my work" he'd say and do it for pay
[05:11.654]"When it's over, I'd just as soon go on my way"
[05:14.893]Up to some paradise
[05:18.259]Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
[05:21.642]And ride a horse along a trail
[05:24.897]But then they took him to the jailhouse
[05:27.633]Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
[05:39.401]All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
[05:42.547]The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
[05:45.776]The judge made Rubin's witnesses, drunkards from the slums
[05:48.994]To the white folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum
[05:52.711]And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
[05:56.220]No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
[05:59.205]Though they could not produce the gun
[06:02.221]The DA said he was the one who did the deed
[06:06.202]And the all-white jury agreed
[06:17.334]Rubin Carter was falsely tried
[06:20.319]The crime was murder 'one', guess who testified？
[06:23.554]Arthur Dexter Bradley and Bello, and they both lied
[06:26.682]And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
[06:30.422]How can the life of such a man
[06:33.529]Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
[06:36.785]To see him obviously framed
[06:39.911]Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
[06:43.641]Where justice is a game
[06:54.241]Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
[06:57.460]Are free to drink martinis and watch the and watch the sun rise
[07:00.936]While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
[07:04.010]An innocent man in a living hell
[07:07.749]That's the story of the Hurricane
[07:10.992]But it won't be over till they clear his name
[07:14.226]And give him back the time he's done
[07:17.457]Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[07:21.073]The champion of the world
This song is called "Hurricane"
If you got any political pull at all
Maybe you can help us get this man out of jail
Back onto the streets
Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they've killed 'em 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' 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 leave, though" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call on 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 Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black, you might as well not show up on the streets
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello, he laid this rap on the cops
Me and Arthur Dexter Bradley were in here prowlin' around
"We saw two men runnin' out of here, they looked like middleweights
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 that he could identify the guilty men
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, 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
Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him lookin' for someone 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 now, you're white"
Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job, we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanna 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 do it for pay
"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 nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
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？
Arthur Dexter Bradley and Bello, and they both 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 and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
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 him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.377]This song is called "Hurricane"
[00:04.132]If you got any political pull at all
[00:06.124]Maybe you can help us get this man out of jail
[00:09.196]Back onto the streets
[00:35.715]Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
[00:38.974]Enter Patty Valentine from the outer hall
[00:42.695]She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
[00:45.965]Cries out, "My God, they've killed 'em all"
[00:49.430]Here comes the story of the Hurricane
[00:52.912]The man the authorities came to blame
[00:56.196]For somethin' that he never done
[00:59.522]Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[01:03.285]The champion of the world
[01:14.615]Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
[01:17.874]And another man named Bello movin' mysteriously
[01:21.177]"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
[01:24.311]"I was only robbin' the register I hope you understand
[01:27.806]I saw them leave, though" he says and he stops
[01:31.285]"One of us had better call on the cops"
[01:34.543]And so Patty calls the cops
[01:38.009]And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
[01:41.502]In the hot New Jersey night
[01:52.651]Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
[01:56.141]Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
[01:59.506]Number one contender for the middleweight crown
[02:02.485]Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
[02:06.228]When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
[02:09.478]Just like the time before and the time before that
[02:12.494]In Patterson that's just the way things go
[02:15.599]If you're black, you might as well not show up on the streets
[02:19.817]'Less you want to draw the heat
[02:31.313]Alfred Bello, he laid this rap on the cops
[02:33.873]Me and Arthur Dexter Bradley were in here prowlin' around
[02:37.368]"We saw two men runnin' out of here, they looked like middleweights
[02:40.962]Jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
[02:44.193]And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
[02:47.278]Cop said "Wait a minute, boys this one's not dead"
[02:50.259]So they took him to the infirmary
[02:54.251]And though this man could hardly see
[02:56.089]They told him that he could identify the guilty men
[03:08.989]Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
[03:12.307]Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
[03:15.297]The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
[03:18.308]Says "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
[03:22.064]Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
[03:25.427]The man the authorities came to blame
[03:28.697]For somethin' that he never done
[03:32.047]Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[03:35.635]The champion of the world
[03:46.841]Four months later the ghettos are in flame
[03:49.969]Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name
[03:52.718]Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
[03:56.207]And the cops are puttin' the screws to him lookin' for someone to blame
[03:59.975]"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?
[04:03.040]Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
[04:06.152]You think you'd like to play ball with the law?
[04:09.378]Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?
[04:13.099]Don't forget now, you're white"
[04:24.185]Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
[04:27.566]Cops said "A poor boy like you could use a break
[04:30.428]We got you for the motel job, we're talkin' to your friend Bello
[04:34.018]You don't wanna have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
[04:37.527]You'll be doin' society a favor
[04:40.626]That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver
[04:43.952]We want to put his ass in stir
[04:47.209]We want to pin this triple murder on him
[04:50.949]He ain't no Gentleman Jim"
[05:01.694]Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
[05:04.792]But he never did like to talk about it all that much
[05:07.919]"It's my work" he'd say and do it for pay
[05:11.654]"When it's over, I'd just as soon go on my way"
[05:14.893]Up to some paradise
[05:18.259]Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
[05:21.642]And ride a horse along a trail
[05:24.897]But then they took him to the jailhouse
[05:27.633]Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
[05:39.401]All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
[05:42.547]The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
[05:45.776]The judge made Rubin's witnesses, drunkards from the slums
[05:48.994]To the white folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum
[05:52.711]And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
[05:56.220]No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
[05:59.205]Though they could not produce the gun
[06:02.221]The DA said he was the one who did the deed
[06:06.202]And the all-white jury agreed
[06:17.334]Rubin Carter was falsely tried
[06:20.319]The crime was murder 'one', guess who testified？
[06:23.554]Arthur Dexter Bradley and Bello, and they both lied
[06:26.682]And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
[06:30.422]How can the life of such a man
[06:33.529]Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
[06:36.785]To see him obviously framed
[06:39.911]Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
[06:43.641]Where justice is a game
[06:54.241]Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
[06:57.460]Are free to drink martinis and watch the and watch the sun rise
[07:00.936]While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
[07:04.010]An innocent man in a living hell
[07:07.749]That's the story of the Hurricane
[07:10.992]But it won't be over till they clear his name
[07:14.226]And give him back the time he's done
[07:17.457]Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
[07:21.073]The champion of the world