Hurricane Lyrics


Hurricane Lyrics Bob Dylan


Hurricane song Lyrics by Bob Dylan. This is new Latest song from album "Desire". Song is sung Bob Dylan. Hurricane Lyrics Written Jacques Levy and Bob Dylan. Produced Don DeVito. If you want official video then scroll down. Hope you like this song.


Lyrics 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, “My God, they killed them all!”


Here comes the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For something 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

Moving around mysteriously

“I did not 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 is just the way things go

If you are 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 prowling around

He said, “I saw two men running 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 that he could identify the guilty men


Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in

They take him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs

The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye

Says, “Why did you bring him in here for?

He ain't the guy!”


Here is the story of the Hurricane

The man the authorities came to blame

For something 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, fighting for his name

While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game

And the cops are putting 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

Running that night?”

“Do not forget that you are white”


Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I am really not sure”

The cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break

We got you for the motel job

And we are talking to your friend Bello

Now you do not want to have to go back to jail

Be a nice fellow


You will be doing society a favor

That sonofabitch 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 is my work", he’d say, "and I do it for pay

And when it is 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

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 “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

Could not 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


Yes that is the story of the Hurricane

But it won’t be over till they clear his name

And give him back the time he is done

Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been

The champion of the world


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Lyrics Hurricane Credits:


Song: Hurricane

Album: Desire

Artist: Bob Dylan

Written: Jacques Levy & Bob Dylan

Produced: Don DeVito


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