Bob Dylan - Hurricane, аккорды
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Inro:AmFAmFAmFPistol shots ring out in the barroom nightAmFEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hallAmFShe sees the bartender in a pool of bloodAmFCries out My God they killed them all!CFHere comes the story of the Hurricane,CFThe man the authorities came to blameDmCFor something that he never doneDmCPut in a prison cell but one timeEmAmFCGAmFAmFHe could have been the champion of the worldAmFThree bodied lying there does Patty seeAmFAnd another man named Bello moving mysteriouslyAmFI didn't do it he says, and he throws up his handsAmFI was only robbin the register, I hope you understandAmFI saw them leavin, he says and he stopsAmFOne of us had better call the copsDmCSo Patty calls the cops znd they arriveDmCOn the scene with their red lights flashinEmAmFCGAmFAmFIn the hot New Jersey nightAmFMeanwhile somewhere in another part of townAmFRubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving aroundAmFNumber one contender for the middleweight crownAmFHad no idea what kind of shit was about to go downAmFWhen a cop pulled him over on the side of the roadAmFJust like the time before and the time before thatDmCIn Paterson that just the ways things goDmCIf you black you might as wellCNot show up on the streetsEmAmFCGAmFAmFLess you wanna draw the heatAmFAlfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the copsAmFHim and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin aroundAmFHe said I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middleweightsAmFThey jumped into a white car with out of state platesAmFAnd Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her headAmFCop said Wait a minute boys, this one's not deadDmCSo they took him to the infirmaryDmCAnd although this man could hardly seeEmAmFCGAmFAmFThey told him that he could identify the guilty menAmFFour in the morning and they haul Rubin inAmFTake him to the hospital and bring him upstairsAmFThe wounded man looks up though his one dying eyeAmFSays why'd you bring him here for? he ain't the guy!AmFYes, here the story of the HurricaneAmFThe man the authorities came to blameDmCFor something that he never doneDmCPut in a prison cell but one time he could've beenEmAmFCGAmFAmFThe champion of the worldAmFFour months later the ghetto's in flameAmFRubin's in South America fightin for his nameAmFWhile Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery gameAmFAnd the cops are puttin the screwFTo him looking for somebody to blameAmFRemember that murder that happened in a bar?AmFRemember you said you saw the getaway car?DmCYou think you'd like to play ball with the law?DmCThink it might have been that fighterCThat you saw running that night?EmAmFCGAmFAmFDon't forget that you are whiteAmFArthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sureAmFCops saidApoor boy like you could really use a breakAmWe got you for the motel jobFAnd were talking to your friend BelloAmNow you don't want to ave to goFBack to jail, be a nice fellowAmFYou'll be doin' society a favorAmFThat son of a bitch is brave and getting braverDmCWe want to put his ass in the stirDmCWe want to pin this trip murder on himEmAmFCGAmFAmFHe ain't ne Gentleman JimAmFRubin could take a man out with just one punchAmFHe never did like to talk about it all that muchAmFIt's my work he'd say, I do it for payAmFAnd when it's over I'd just as soon go on my wayAmFUp to some paradise where the trout streamsAmFFlow and the air is niceDmCAnd ride a horse along a trailDmCBut then they took him to the jail houseEmAmFCGAmFAmFWhere they try to make a man into a mouseAmFAll of Rubin's card were marked in advanceAmFThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chanceAmFThe judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slumsAmFTo the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumAmFBut to the black folks he was a crazy niggerAmFNo one doubted that he pulled the triggerDmCAnd though they could not produce the gunDmCTheD.A. said he was the one who did the deedEmAmFCGAmFAmFAnd the all-white jury agreedAmFRubin Carter was falsely triedAmFThe crime was murder one, guess who testified?AmFBello and Bradley and the both badly liedAmFAnd the newspapers all went along for the rideAmFHow can the life of such a manAmFBe in the palm of some fool's hand?DmCTo see him obviously framedDmCCouldn't help but be ashamed to live in a landEmAmFCGAmFAmFWhere justice is a gameAmFNow all the criminal in their coats and their tiesAmFAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun riseAmFWhile Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cellAmFAnd innocent man in a living hellAmFThat's the story of the HurricaneAmFBut it won't be over till they clear him nameDmCAnd give him back the time he's doneDmCPut in a prison cell but one time he could've beenEmAmFCGAmFAmFThe champion of the world
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