Hurricane

Accordi Hurricane

Intro:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                          
FA
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
LAm                              
FA
  Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
LAm                           
FA
  She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
LAm                 
FA
  Cries out "My God they killed them all!"

DO                          
FA
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
SOL  
DO                       
FA
      The man the authorities came to blame
REm                           
DO
  For something that he never done
REm
  Put in a prison cell
    
DO  
MIm             
LAm
but one time he could-a been
    
FA              
DO    
SOL
The champion of the world

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                             
FA
  Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
LAm
   And another man named Bello
        
FA
movin’ around mysteriously
LAm
  “I didn’t do it,” he says
    
FA
and he throws up his hands
LAm
  “I was only robbin’ the register
  
FA
I hope you understand
DO                           
FA
  I saw them leavin’,” he says, and he stops
SOL  
DO                     
FA
      “One of us had better call up the cops”
REm                      
DO
  And so Patty calls the cops
REm                        
DO
  And they arrive on the scene
           
MIm        
LAm
with their red lights flashin’
       
FA             
DO   
SOL
In the hot New Jersey night

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                       
FA
  Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
LAm
  Rubin Carter and a couple
   
FA
of friends are drivin’ around
LAm                            
FA
  Number one contender for the middleweight crown
LAm                      
FA
  Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
DO
  When a cop pulled him over
       
FA
to the side of the road
SOL  
DO
      Just like the time before
        
FA
and the time before that
REm                           
DO
  In Paterson that’s just the way things go
REm                            
DO
  If you’re black you might as well
         
MIm       
LAm
not show up on the street
          
FA             
DO   
SOL
’Less you wanna draw the heat

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                      
FA
  Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
LAm                         
FA
  Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
LAm
  While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s
             
FA
still in the robbery game
LAm
  And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him
FA
lookin’ for somebody to blame
DO                           
FA
  “Remember that murder that happened in a bar?”
SOL  
DO                              
FA
      “Remember you said you saw the getaway car?”
REm                             
DO
  “You think you’d like to play ball with the law?”
REm                           
DO
  “Think it might-a been that fighter
             
MIm          
LAm
that you saw runnin’ that night?”
          
FA               
DO    
SOL
“Don’t forget that you are white”

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                              
FA
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure”
LAm                                     
FA
  Cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break
LAm
  We got you for the motel job
          
FA
and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
LAm
  Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail
FA
be a nice fellow
DO                  
FA
  You’ll be doin’ society a favor
SOL  
DO                   
FA
      That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver
REm                         
DO
  We want to put his ass in stir
REm                          
DO 
MIm    
LAm
  We want to pin this triple murder on him
   
FA                 
DO   
SOL
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim”

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                         
FA
  All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
LAm
  The trial was a pig-circus
   
FA
he never had a chance
LAm
  The judge made Rubin’s witnesses
FA
drunkards from the slums
LAm
  To the white folks who watched
             
FA
he was a revolutionary bum
DO                                     
FA
  And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
SOL  
DO                      
FA
      No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
REm                                     
DO
  And though they could not produce the gun
REm                        
DO  
MIm         
LAm
  The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
        
FA              
DO   
SOL
And the all-white jury agreed

Strumentale:
LAm  
FA  
LAm  
FA

LAm                              
FA
  Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
LAm                              
FA
  Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
LAm                                 
FA
  While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
LAm                    
FA
  An innocent man in a living hell
DO                        
FA
  That’s the story of the Hurricane
SOL  
DO                              
FA
      But it won’t be over till they clear his name
REm                               
DO
  And give him back the time he’s done
REm                         
DO  
MIm             
LAm
  Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
    
FA              
DO    
SOL
The champion of the world