Bob Dylan - Hurricane Guitar Chords

Bob Dylan

album rock, classic rock, folk, folk rock

Song versions: 1 2
Chords: Am, F, C, Dm, Em, G
[Intro]

Am       F      Am      F

[Verse 1]

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
She 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   Em
Put in a prison cell but one time
              Am       F               C      G
He could have been the champion of the world

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 2]

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

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 3]

Am                     F
Meanwhile somewhere in another part of town
Am                                       F
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Am                               F
The number one contender for the heavy weight crown 
Am                     F
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
C                                  F
When a cop pulled them over to the side of the road 
C                                     F
Just like the time before and the the time before that
   Dm                              C
In Paterson that's just the way it go's
        Dm                          C       Em     Am
If your black you might as well not show up on the street
         F              C     G
Less you wanna draw the heat

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 4]

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

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 5]

Am                           F
Four in the morning and they hauled Rubin in
Am                                F
They took him to the hospital and brought him up stairs
Am                                    F
The wounded man looked up through his one dying eye
Am                                F
Says"why you bring him in for? He ain't the guy
C                            F
Yes here is the story of the hurricane 
C                       F
the man the authorities Came to blame
Dm                          C
For something that he never done 
Dm                     C   Em               
Put in prison cell but one time 
              Am       F               C      G
He could have been the champion of the world

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 6]

Am                    F
Four months later the ghetto all in flame
Am                        F
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
Am                                       F
While Author Dexter Bradley still in the robbery game
Am                                                     F
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for someone to blame
C                          F
"Remember that murder that happened in the 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      Em        Am
"Think it might have been that fighter that you saw runnin that night"
       F                   C       G
"Don't forget that you are white"

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 7]

Am                          F
Arthur Dextor 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 talking to your friend Bello
Am                                    F
Now you don't want to go back to jail be a nice fellow
C               F
You'll be doing society a favor
C                    F
That son of bitch is brave and getting braver
Dm                          C
We want to put his ass in a stir
Dm                         C  Em     Am
We want to pin this triple murder on him 
   F                  C     G
he ain't no gentleman Jim"

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 8]

Am                              F
Rubin could take a man out with just nor punch
Am                                     F
But 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 the trail
Dm                            C    Em 
But then they took him to the jail house 
           Am            F          C      G
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 9]

Am                     F
All 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
C                      F
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
Dm                                    C
And though they could not produce the gun
    Dm                  C   Em          Am
The D.A said he was the one who did the deed
         F             C        G
And the all white jury agreed

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 10]

Am               F
Rubin Carter was falsely tried 
Am                           F
The crime was murder one and guess who testified
Am                    F
Bello and Bradley and they 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 fools hand
Dm                   C
To see him obviously Framed
Dm                              C      Em        Am
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live a land
      F            C      G
Where justice is a game

Am      F       Am      F

[Verse 11]

Am                             F
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Am                             F
Are free to drink martinis and watch the son rise
Am                               F
While Rubin sit 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 
C                             F
But it won't be over til 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 
              Am       F               C     G
he could have been the champion of the world

[Ending]

Am      F       Am      F
Am      F       Am      F......

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