Dylan's Desire opens with "Hurricane", arguably the most popular song on the 1976 release. Named after former middleweight contender Rubin Carter, Dylan had been inspired to write it after reading Carter's autobiography, The Sixteenth Round, which Carter had sent him "because of his prior commitment to the civil rights struggle."
Carter and a man named John Artis had been charged with a triple murder which occurred in the Lafayette Grill, Paterson, New Jersey in 1966. Widely reported as a racially motivated crime, Carter and Artis were found guilty of committing the murders, and both were sentenced to four consecutive life sentences. In the years that followed, a substantial amount of controversy emerged over the case, ranging from allegations of faulty evidence and questionable eyewitness testimony to an unfair trial. In his autobiography, Carter maintained his innocence, and his story eventually led Dylan to visit him in Rahway State Prison in Woodbridge Township, New Jersey.
Dylan had written topical ballads before, including, "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll" and "The Death of Emmett Till", but according to Jacques Levy, he wasn't sure that he could write a song.... "He was just filled with all these feelings about Hurricane. He couldn't make the first step. I think the first step was putting the song in a total storytelling mode. I don't remember whose idea it was to do that. But really, the beginning of the song is like stage directions, like what you would read in a script: 'Pistol shots ring out in a barroom night.... Here comes the story of the Hurricane.' Boom! Titles. You know, Bob loves movies, and he can write these movies that take place in eight to ten minutes, yet seem as full or fuller than regular movies."
After meeting with Carter in prison and meeting a group of his supporters, Dylan began to write "Hurricane" in a "cinematic" style. This song was one of Dylan's few protest songs of the 1970s and was his fourth most successful single of the 70s, reaching #33 on the Billboard chart.
Dylan was forced to rerecord the song, with altered lyrics, after concerns were raised by Columbia's lawyers that references that Alfred Bello and Arthur Dexter Bradley "robbed the bodies" could result in a lawsuit. Neither Bello nor Bradley were ever accused of such acts. Because there was too much leakage on the multitracks to make a vocal "punch in", Dylan decided to re-record the entire song. At this time, Dylan was already rehearsing for his upcoming tour, and the musicians from the Rolling Thunder Revue were still at his disposal. Dylan took them back into the studio, and a new, faster version of "Hurricane" was recorded again with Don Meehan at the board, with Ronee Blakley providing a harmony vocal. There were no edits in the song that ran over seven minutes. Even though some offending lyrics were rewritten, the song still drew some legal action, from eyewitness Patricia Graham Valentine. Her lawsuit was dismissed by a federal district court and the United States Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit affirmed the dismissal.
Even with the revised lyrics, "Hurricane" still raised controversy; detractors criticized the song for omitting any reference to Carter's criminal history as well as documented evidence of his antagonistic rhetoric and violent temper. There were other inaccuracies, including Carter's description as the "number one contender"; according to the May 1966 issue of Ring Magazine, he was ranked no higher than ninth around the time of his arrest. Mike Cleveland of the Herald-News and a number of other critics questioned Dylan's objectivity at the time of the song's release. The Herald-News reporter Cal Deal, who covered Carter's case between 1975 and 1976 and interviewed Carter in August and December of 1975, later accused Dylan of a strong bias towards Carter while employing a significant amount of artistic license.
The Hurricane
Bob Dylan Lyrics
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Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a 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 somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', 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 flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' 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 Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' 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 mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' 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, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that 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 runnin' 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're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' 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, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd 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 in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
The Hurricane is a powerful song written by Bob Dylan about the true story of Rubin Carted, a professional boxer who was wrongfully convicted of murder in 1967. The first verse of the song sets the stage for the story: a violent scene in a barroom, where three people are shot and killed. A woman named Patty Valentine witnesses the event and reports it to the authorities. The rest of the song alternates between telling Carter's story and lamenting the injustice of his conviction, which was based on coerced testimony from two witnesses with criminal records.
The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the corruption and racism that led to Carter's wrongful conviction. The authorities wanted someone to blame for the murders, and Carter, a black man, was an easy target. In the courtroom, the judge and jury were biased against him, as were the media, who portrayed him as a dangerous criminal. At the same time, the real perpetrators of the crime, who were white, went free.
Line by Line Meaning
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Gunshots are heard in a bar at night.
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
Patty Valentine walks in from upstairs.
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Patty Valentine finds a bartender lying in a pool of blood.
Cries out my God, they killed them all
Patty Valentine exclaims that everyone has been killed.
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The song is about the man known as the Hurricane.
The man the authorities came to blame
The Hurricane is the person who the authorities blamed for the crime.
For somethin' that he never done
The Hurricane was blamed for a crime he didn't commit.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The Hurricane was once a contender for the boxing championship.
The champion of the world
The Hurricane has the potential to be the world champion boxer.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
Patty sees three dead bodies.
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
Another man named Bello is acting suspiciously.
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
Bello denies any involvement and raises his hands.
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
Bello admits to only robbing the register and hopes to be understood.
I saw them leavin', he says, and he stops
Bello says he saw someone leaving and then stops talking.
One of us had better call up the cops
Someone needs to call the police.
And so Patty calls the cops
Patty calls the police.
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
The police arrive with their sirens and lights on.
In the hot New Jersey night
The events take place in a hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Somewhere else, Rubin Carter and his friends are driving around.
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Rubin and his friends are driving around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Rubin is the number one contender for the middleweight boxing championship title.
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
Rubin was unaware of what was going to happen.
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
A police officer stops Rubin on the side of the road.
Just like the time before and the time before that
Rubin has been stopped by police multiple times before.
In Paterson that's just the way things go
Getting stopped by police is a normal occurrence in Paterson.
'Less you want to draw the heat
It's advisable to avoid getting attention from the police.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Alfred Bello's partner has a criminal record.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
Bello and Bradley were just wandering around.
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
Bello claims to have seen two men who appeared to be middleweight boxers.
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
The two men escaped in a white car with out-of-state license plates.
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Patty Valentine agrees with what Bello said.
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
One of the men is still alive and the police take him to the hospital.
So they took him to the infirmary
The police took the wounded man to the hospital.
And though this man could hardly see
The wounded man had difficulty seeing.
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
The police told him to identify the criminals.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
The police arrest Rubin at 4 AM.
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
Rubin was taken to the hospital and then to a jail cell upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
The wounded man looks at Rubin with his remaining eye.
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
The wounded man says the police arrested the wrong person.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Four months later, the ghettos are set on fire.
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
Rubin is in South America, fighting to clear his name.
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
Bradley is still committing robberies.
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
The police are pressuring Bradley to find someone to blame.
Remember that murder that happened in a bar
The police bring up the murder that happened in a bar.
Remember you said you saw the getaway car
The police remind Bradley that he claimed to have seen the getaway car.
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
The police want Bradley to cooperate with them.
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
The police suggest that Bradley saw Rubin running that night.
Don't forget that you are white
The police remind Bradley that he has more credibility as a white person.
Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not sure
Bradley is unsure of what he saw.
The cops said a poor boy like you could use a break
The police try to bribe Bradley by saying he could use a break.
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
The police say they have evidence and they are talking to Bello.
You'll be doin' society a favor
The police tell Bradley he will help society by cooperating.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver
The police talk negatively about Rubin.
We want to put his ass in stir
The police want to imprison Rubin.
We want to pin this triple murder on him
The police want to blame Rubin for the triple murder.
He ain't no Gentleman Jim
Rubin is not a respectable gentleman.
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
Rubin is known for his knockout power.
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
Rubin doesn't like to boast about his boxing ability.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
Rubin approaches boxing as a job and for compensation.
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
After boxing, Rubin wants to continue with his own life.
Up to some paradise
Rubin desires to go to a paradise after his boxing career.
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
Rubin wants to go somewhere with peaceful surroundings.
And ride a horse along a trail
Rubin looks forward to enjoying simple pleasures like horseback riding.
Where justice is a game
The United States justice system is unreliable and unjust, from Rubin's perspective.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Criminals in position of power are free and going about their normal routines.
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
The criminals are drinking and watching the sunrise.
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
Rubin is in a small jail cell and unable to do anything.
An innocent man in a living hell
Rubin is innocent and yet suffering in jail.
But it won't be over till they clear his name
The song implies that the fight for Rubin's justice is not over yet and will continue until his name is cleared.
And give him back the time he's done
Rubin deserves the time he served in jail be given back to him when he is proven innocent.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan
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Full Lyrics :
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a 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 somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', 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 flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' 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 Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' 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 mornin' and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' 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, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that 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 runnin' 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're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' 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, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd 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 in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
@theloniouscoltrane3778
"Hurricane"
Pistols shots ring out in the bar room 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 show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
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 he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Here's 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 you 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 cop said, "A boy like you could use a break.
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello.
Now you don't wanna 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, "and I do it for pay.
And when it's over I'd 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 DA 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
Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over 'til they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
@prajwal5222
Pistol 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 somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it, " he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', " 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 flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' 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 Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you want to draw the heat
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' 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 mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' 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, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that 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 runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' 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, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd 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 in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
@cheriepeden7745
To discover Bob Dylan before you die is one of the advantages of being alive.
@buds4dubs573
Facts.. Shit I just did.
@user1138
Amen! I didn't truly discover Dylan until my late 30's.
@jcgrof
I discovered Dylan in 1975, at 14 years old.
@BAaKeD15
Or seeing him live, he may of been old, but damn that man is a legend!! No rAgrets, not even a single letter.
@swamifakkananda4043
Or bijelo dugme!!!
@PeppyOoze
I’m 88 years old and I have never listened to Dylan before... I am so glad to have experienced this man’s genius before I die.
@VaughanMcCue
Welcome aboard. You have discovered the fountain of youth. Happy New EARs for you. Throw away the walking cane...
@mirarose2670
💓🙌🏻
@turboturtle5575
Peppy - don't stop ...!!!! ENJOY every day & everything !!