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Hurricane

Áño: 1975 - Álbum: The Essential Bob Dylan (Rm) (2CD)

Tono:  Am Más
Hurricane Key EmEm
Hurricane Key FmFm
Hurricane Key F#mF#m
Hurricane Key GmGm(Disminuir uno tono)
Hurricane Key G#mG#m(Disminuir uno semi-tono)
Hurricane Key AmAm(tono original)
Hurricane Key A#mA#m(Aumentar uno semi-tono)
Hurricane Key BmBm(Aumentar uno tono)
Hurricane Key CmCm
Hurricane Key C#mC#m
Hurricane Key DmDm
Hurricane Key D#mD#m
	  Intro: Am   F   Am   F 

Am				F 
Pistol shots ring out in the bar room night 
Am				F 
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall 
Am			     F 
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood 
Am				F 
Cries out "My God they killed them all!" 
C			     F 
Here comes the story of the Hurricane, 
C			    F 
The man the authorities came to blame 
Dm			     C 
For something that he never done 
Dm			  C 
Put in a prison cell but one time  
Em		   Am	F		    C	G Am F Am F 
He could have been the champion of the world 

Am				  F 
Three bodied lying there does Patty see 
Am					  F 
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously 
Am					F 
"I didn't do it" he says, and he throws up his hands 
Am					F 
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand 
C				F 
I saw them leavin'," he says and he stops 
C			     F 
One of us had better call the cops 
Dm		   C 
And so Patty calls the cops 
Dm						  C 
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' 
Em	   Am	F	c  G  Am  F  Am  F 
In the hot New Jersey night 

Am				F 
Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town 
Am						F 
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around 
Am				F 
Number one contender for the middleweight crown 
Am					   F 
Had no idea what kind of shit was about to go down 
C			    F 
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road 
C			     F 
Just like the time before and the time before that 
Dm			     C 
In Patterson that just the ways things go 
Dm						C 
If you black you might as well not show up on the streets  
Em	  Am	F	   C  G Am F Am F 
Less you wanna draw the heat 

Am						   F 
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops 
Am						     F 
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around 
Am							  F 
He said "I saw two men runnin out, they looked like middle-weights 
Am						F 
They jumped into a white car with out of state plates" 
C			     F 
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head 
C			     F 
Cop said "Wait a minute boys, this one's not dead" 
Dm			     C 
So they took him to the infirmary 
Dm				C 
And although this man could hardly see 
Em		   Am	F		  C  G  Am  F Am F 
They told him that he could identify the guilty men 

Am				 F 
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in 
Am				 F 
Take him to the hospital and bring him upstairs 
Am					F 
The wounded man looks up though his one dying eye 
Am					 F 
Says "why'd you bring him here for? He ain't the guy!" 
C			     F 
Yes, here the story of the Hurricane 
C			     F 
The man the authorities came to blame  
Dm			     C 
For something that he never done 
Dm						C 
Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been 
Em	Am   F		C  G Am F Am F 
The champion of the world 

Am				 F 
Four months later the ghetto's on flame  
Am					F 
Rubin's in South America fightin' for his name 
Am						F 
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game 
Am							   F 
And the cops are puttin' the screw to him looking for somebody to blame 
C			     F 
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" 
C			     F 
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" 
Dm				      C 
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" 
Dm							     C 
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw running that night?" 
Em	      Am   F		C  G Am F Am F 
"Don't forget that you are white" 

Am					F 
Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure" 
Am						 F 
Cops said "A poor boy like you could really use a break 
Am							   F 
We got you for the motel job and were talking to your friend Bello 
Am							F 
Now you don't want to have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow 
C			    F 
You'll be doin' society a favor  
C			     F 
That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver 
Dm			     C 
We want to put his ass in the stir 
Dm				   C 
We want to pin this trip murder on him 
Em	  Am   F	C  G Am F Am F 
He ain't no Gentleman Jim" 

Am					F 
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch 
Am						F 
He never did like to talk about it all that much 
Am				F 
It's my work he'd say, 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 
C				    F 
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice 
Dm			 C 
And ride a horse along a trail 
Dm				  C 
But then they took him to the jail house  
Em		  Am	F		C G Am F Am F 
Where they try to make a man into a mouse 

Am				 F 
All of Rubin's card 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 
but to the black folks he was a crazy nigger 
C			     F 
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger 
Dm				   C 
And though they could not produce the gun 
Dm				      C 
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed 
Em	  Am   F	  C  G Am F Am F 
And the all-white jury agreed 

Am			 F 
Rubin Carter was falsely tried 
Am					 F 
The crime was murder "one", guess who testified? 
Am				 F 
Bello and Bradley and the both badly lied 
Am					 F 
And the newspapers all went along for the ride 
C			  F 
How can the life of such a man 
C			     F  
Be in the palm of some fool's hand? 
Dm			C 
To see him obviously framed 
Dm					C 
Couldn't help make him feel ashamed to live in a land 
Em	 Am   F       C G Am F Am F 
Where justice is a game 

Am					  F 
Now all the criminal in their coats and their ties 
Am					    F 
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise 
Am					F 
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell 
Am			    F 
And innocent man in a living hell 
C			   F 
That's the story of the Hurricane 
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 
Put in a prison cell but one time he could've been 
Em	 Am   F	      C  G Am F Am F 
The champion of the world 

	  

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