| Am | F | Am | F |
[Verse 7]
Am F
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure”
Am F
Cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break
Am F
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Am F
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
C F
You’ll be doin’ society a favor
G C F
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver
Dm C
We want to put his ass in stir
Dm C Em
We want to pin this triple murder on him
Am F C G
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim”
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 8]
Am F
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
Am F
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
Am F
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
Am F
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
C F
Up to some paradise
G C F
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
Dm C
And ride a horse along a trail
Dm C Em
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Am F C G
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 9]
Am F
All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
Am F
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
Am F
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
Am F
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
C F
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
G C F
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
Dm C
And though they could not produce the gun
Dm C Em
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
Am F C G
And the all-white jury agreed
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 10]
Am F
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
Am F
The crime was murder “one,” guess who testified?
Am F
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
Am F
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride
C F
How can the life of such a man
G C F
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
Dm C
To see him obviously framed
Dm C Em
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Am F C G
Where justice is a game
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 11]
Am F
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Am F
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
Am F
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
Am F
An innocent man in a living hell
C F
That’s the story of the Hurricane
G C F
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
Dm C
And give him back the time he’s done
Dm C Em
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
Am F C G
The champion of the world
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