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