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Hurricane Lyrics Bob Dylan

Hurricane

Hurricane 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.

Song: Hurricane
Artist : Bob Dylan
Lyrics : Jacques Levy & Bob Dylan
Album : Desire

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

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