Karaoké Hurricane Bob Dylan

Karaoké Hurricane Bob Dylan

Tonalité identique à l'original : Lam

Lire le karaoké de Hurricane

Paroles de Hurricane

Pistols 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 him in a prison cell but one time he could-a 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 throws up his hands
I 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 the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving 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 Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
Less you wanna draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
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 bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says wha'd you bring him in here for he ain't the guy
Yes here 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 looking for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that ya 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?
Don't forget that you are white
Arthur Dexter Bradley said
I'm 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
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 bitch 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 could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say
I do it for pay
And when it's over just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail but then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had 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 nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And 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
Rubin Carter was falsely tried the crime was murder one
Guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
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
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 him in a prison cell but one time
He could-a been the champion of the world

Toute reproduction interdite

Signaler une erreur dans les paroles

Envoyer Annuler

Discuter de Hurricane

Connectez-vous pour laisser un commentaire.

Vous aimerez peut-être...