Hurricane - Bob Dylan chords

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[Intro]
Am F Am F
[Verse1]
AmPistol shots ring out in the Fbarroom night
AmEnter Patty Valentine from the Fupper hall
She Amsees the bartender in a Fpool of blood
Am Cries out "My God Fthey killed them all!"
CHere comes the story of the FHurricane,
G C The man the authorities Fcame to blame
Dm For something that he never Cdone
Dm Put in a prison cell but Cone Emtime
He could have Ambeen the Fchampion of the Cworld G
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Am F Am F
[Verse2]
AmThree bodies lyin’ there Fdoes Patty see
AmAnd another man named Bello, Fmovin’ around mysteriously
Am“I didn’t do it,” he says, Fand he throws up his hands
Am“I was only robbin’ the Fregister, I hope you understand
CI saw them leavin’,” he Fsays, and he stops
GC“One of us had better call Fup the cops”
DmAnd so Patty calls the cops C
DmAnd they arrive on the Cscene Emwith their red lights flashin’
In the hot AmNew Jersey Fnight C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse3]
AmMeanwhile, far away in Fanother part of town
AmRubin Carter and a couple of Ffriends are drivin’ around
AmNumber one contender for the Fmiddleweight crown
AmHad no idea what kinda shit Fwas about to go down
CWhen a cop pulled him over Fto the side of the road
GCJust like the time before Fand the time before that
DmIn Paterson that’s just the Cway things go
DmIf you’re black you might Cas Emwell not show up on the street
’Less you Amwanna draw Fthe heat C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse4]
AmAlfred Bello had a partner Fand he had a rap for the cops
AmHim and Arthur Dexter FBradley were just out prowlin’ around
AmHe said, “I saw two men Frunnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
AmThey jumped into a white car Fwith out-of-state plates”
CAnd Miss Patty Valentine Fjust nodded her head
GCCop said, “Wait a minute, Fboys, this one’s not dead”
DmSo they took him to the Cinfirmary
DmAnd though this man could CEmhardly see
They told him Amthat he cFould identify thCe guiltGy men
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Am F Am F
[Verse5]
AmFour in the mornin’ and they Fhaul Rubin in
AmTake him to the hospital and Fthey bring him upstairs
AmThe wounded man looks up Fthrough his one dyin’ eye
AmSays, “Wha’d you bring him Fin here for? He ain’t the guy!”
CYes, here’s the story of Fthe Hurricane
GCThe man the authorities Fcame to blame
DmFor somethin’ that he never Cdone
DmPut in a prison cell, but Cone Emtime he could-a been
The champion Amof the Fworld C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse6]
AmFour months later, the Fghettos are in flame
AmRubin’s in South America, Ffightin’ for his name
AmWhile Arthur Dexter FBradley’s still in the robbery game
AmAnd the cops are puttin’ the Fscrews to him, lookin’ for somebody to
blame
C“Remember that murder that Fhappened in a bar?”
GC“Remember you said you saw Fthe getaway car?”
Dm“You think you’d like to Cplay ball with the law?”
Dm“Think it might-a been Cthat Emfighter that you saw runnin’ that
night?”
“Don’t forget Amthat you Fare white” C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse7]
AmArthur Dexter Bradley said, F“I’m really not sure”
AmCops said, “A poor boy like Fyou could use a break
AmWe got you for the motel job Fand we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
AmNow you don’t wanta have to Fgo back to jail, be a nice fellow
CYou’ll be doin’ society a Ffavor
GCThat sonofabitch is brave Fand gettin’ braver
DmWe want to put his ass in Cstir
DmWe want to pin this Ctriple Emmurder on him
He ain’t no AmGentleman FJim” C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse8]
AmRubin could take a man out Fwith just one punch
AmBut he never did like to Ftalk about it all that much
AmIt’s my work, he’d say, and FI do it for pay
AmAnd when it’s over I’d just Fas soon go on my way
CUp to some paradise F
GCWhere the trout streams Fflow and the air is nice
DmAnd ride a horse along a Ctrail
DmBut then they took him to Cthe Emjailhouse
Where they Amtry to turn Fa man into a Cmouse G
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Am F Am F
[Verse9]
AmAll of Rubin’s cards were Fmarked in advance
AmThe trial was a pig-circus, Fhe never had a chance
AmThe judge made Rubin’s Fwitnesses drunkards from the slums
AmTo the white folks who Fwatched he was a revolutionary bum
CAnd to the black folks he Fwas just a crazy nigger
GCNo one doubted that he Fpulled the trigger
DmAnd though they could not Cproduce the gun
DmThe D.A. said he was the Cone Emwho did the deed
And the Amall-white jury Fagreed C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse10]
AmRubin Carter was falsely Ftried
AmThe crime was murder “one,” Fguess who testified?
AmBello and Bradley and they Fboth baldly lied
AmAnd the newspapers, they all Fwent along for the ride
CHow can the life of such a Fman
GCBe in the palm of some Ffool’s hand?
DmTo see him obviously framed C
DmCouldn’t help but make me CEmfeel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice Amis a Fgame C G
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Am F Am F
[Verse11]
AmNow all the criminals in Ftheir coats and their ties
AmAre free to drink martinis Fand watch the sun rise
AmWhile Rubin sits like Buddha Fin a ten-foot cell
AmAn innocent man in a living Fhell
CThat’s the story of the FHurricane
GCBut it won’t be over till Fthey clear his name
DmAnd give him back the time Che’s done
DmPut in a prison cell, but Cone Emtime he could-a been
The champion Amof the Fworld C G
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