Bob Dylan – Hurricane (Videoclip + Lyrics)

Bob Dylan – Hurricane – El nombre del tema proviene del apodo del boxeador de los pesos medios Rubin Carter, acusado de un triple asesinato, y al que Bob Dylan defendió su inocencia. Desde el 25 de enero de 1976 en Houston, Bob Dylan nunca ha vuelto a tocar en público dicha canción.

Letra (Lyrics) Hurricane:

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
Sees the bartender lying 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 have been the champion of the world

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello
Moving around mysteriously
I didn’t do it” he says, and he hold up his hands
” was only robbing 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 flashing
In a hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and some friends are driving around
The number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kind of s**t 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’s just the way things go
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
Unless you want to draw the heat

Four months later the ghettos are in flames
Rubin’s in South America fighting for his name
Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him
Looking for someone to blame

Remember the murder that you happened in that bar?
Remember you said you saw the getaway car?
Had you liked to play ball with the law?
Think it might have been
That fighter running that night?
Don’t forget that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said “I’m really not sure”
Cops said “a poor boy like you
Could use a break”
We got you for the motel job
And we’re talking to your friend Bello
Now you don’t want to have to go back to jail
Be a nice fellow
You’ll be doing society a favor
That son of a **tch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim

Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus
He never stood a chance
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses
Drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched
He was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ni***r
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
Though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha
In a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that’s the story of the Hurricane
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done
Put in a prison cell but one time
He could have been the champion of the world

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