Hurricane(Ukulele chords)

	        
Intro: Am F Am F  

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Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night  
Am				F  
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall  
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She sees the bartender in a pool of blood  
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Cries out 'My God they killed them all!'  
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Here comes the story of the Hurricane  
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The man the authorities came to blame  
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For something that he never done  
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Put in a prison cell but one time  
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He could have been the champion of the world  
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Three bodied lying there does Patty see  
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And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously  
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'I didn't do it' he says, and he throws up his hands  
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'I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand  
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I saw them leavin',' he says and he stops  
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One of us had better call the cops  
Dm		   C  
And so Patty calls the cops  
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And they arrive on the scene  
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with their red lights flashin'  
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In the hot New Jersey night  
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Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town  
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Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around  
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Number one contender for the middleweight crown  
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Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down  
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When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road  
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Just like the time before and the time before that  
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In Patterson that just the ways things go  
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If you black you might as well not show up on the streets  
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Less you wanna draw the heat  
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Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops  
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Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around  
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He said 'I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middle-weights  
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They jumped into a white car with out of state plates'  
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And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head  
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Cop said 'Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead'  
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So they took him to the infirmary  
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And although this man could hardly see  
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They told him that he could identify the guilty men  
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Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in  
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Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs  
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The wounded man looks up though his one dying eye  
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Says 'why'd you bring him here for? He ain't the guy!'  
C			     F  
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane  
C			     F  
The man the authorities came to blame  
Dm			     C  
For something that he never done  
Dm					C  
Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been  
Em	Am   F		C  G Am F Am F  
The champion of the world  
Am			F  
Four months later the ghetto's on flame  
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Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name  
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While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game  
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And the cops are puttin' the screw to him looking for somebody to blame  
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'Remember that murder that happened in a bar'  
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'Remember you said you saw the getaway car'  
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'You think you'd like to play ball with the law?'  
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'Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night'  
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'Don't forget that you are white'  
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Arthur Dexter Bradley said 'I'm really not sure'  
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Cops said 'A poor boy like you could really use a break  
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We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello  
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Now you don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow  
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You'll be doin' society a favor  
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That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver  
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We want to put his ass in the stir  
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We want to pin this trip murder on him  
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He ain't no Gentleman Jim'  
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Rubin could take a man out with just one punch  
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He never did like to talk about it all that much  
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It's my work he'd say, I do it for pay  
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And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way  
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Up to some paradise  
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Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice  
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And ride a horse along a trail  
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But then they took him to the jail house  
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Where they try to make a man into a mouse  
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All of Rubin's card were marked in advance  
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The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance  
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The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums  
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To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum  
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but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger  
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No one doubted that he pulled the trigger  
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And though they could not produce the gun  
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The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed  
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And the all-white jury agreed  
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Rubin Carter was falsely tried  
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The crime was murder 'one', guess who testifie?  
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Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied  
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And the newspapers all went along for the ride  
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How can the life of such a man  
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Be in the palm of some fool's han?  
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To see him obviously framed  
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Couldn't help make him feel ashamed to live in a land  
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Where justice is a game  
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Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties  
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Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise  
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While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell  
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And innocent man in a living hell  
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That's the story of the Hurricane  
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But it won't be over till they clear his name  
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And give him back the time he's done  
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Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been  
Em	 Am   F	      C  G Am F Am F  
The champion of the world
	        

Written by Bob Dylan