Hurricane - Bob Dylan, ukulele chords

Published: 2011-06-12 21:33
Selection chords: Sofia Davis

Intro: Am F Am F

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Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
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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 mysteriously
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I didnʼt 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
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So Patty calls the cops znd they arrive
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On the scene 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 on the side of the road
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Just like the time before and the time before that
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In Paterson that just the ways things go
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If you black you might as well
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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 middleweights
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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 oneʼs 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 whyʼd you bring him here for? he ainʼt the guy!
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Yes, here 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 he couldʼve been
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The champion of the world

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Four months later the ghettoʼs in flame
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Rubinʼs in South America fightin for his name
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While Arthur Dexter Bradleyʼs still in the robbery game
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And the cops are puttin the screw
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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 youʼd like to play ball with the law?
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Think it might have been that fighter
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That you saw running that night?
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Donʼt forget that you are white

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Arthur Dexter Bradley said Iʼm 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
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And were talking to your friend Bello
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Now you donʼt want to ave to go
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Back to jail, be a nice fellow
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Youʼll be doinʼ 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 ainʼt ne 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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Itʼs my work heʼd say, I do it for pay
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And when itʼs over Iʼd just as soon go on my way
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Up to some paradise where the trout streams
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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 Rubinʼs 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 Rubinʼs 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 testified?
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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 foolʼs hand?
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To see him obviously framed
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Couldnʼt help but be 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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Thatʼs the story of the Hurricane
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But it wonʼt be over till they clear him name
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And give him back the time heʼs done
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Put in a prison cell but one time he couldʼve been
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The champion of the world