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Pistol shots ring out in the night
Enter Patty Valentine from the hall
She a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
Here comes the story of the
The man the came to blame
For somethin' he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
The champion of the

Three bodies lyin' there does see
And another man named Bello, around mysteriously
I do it, he says, and he throws up his hands
I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better call up the
And so calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in another of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are around
one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him to the side of the road
like the time before and the time before that
In that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not up on the street
'Less you want to draw the

Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty just nodded her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, one's not dead
So they took him to the
And though man could hardly see
told him that he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin' and haul Rubin in
took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy!
Here's the story of the
The man the authorities came to
For that he never done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the

Four months later, the are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his
While Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame
Remember that murder happened in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that
Don't that you are white

Arthur Dexter Bradley said I'm really not
The said a poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a fellow
You'll be doin' society a
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin'
We to put his ass in stir
We want to pin triple murder on him
He no Gentleman Jim

Rubin take a man out with just one punch
But he never did to talk about it all that much
It's my work, say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as go on my way
Up to paradise
Where the trout flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then they him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

All of cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he had a chance
The judge made Rubin's drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a bum
And to the black folks he was a crazy nigger
No one doubted he pulled the trigger
And they could not produce the gun
The D.A. he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury

Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder one, who testified
and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of some hand
To see him framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a
Where justice is a

Now all the criminals in their and their ties
Are to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot
An man in a living hell
That's the story of the
But it won't be over they clear his name
And give him back the he's done
Put in a cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the