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Pistol shots out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper
She sees a bartender in a of blood
Cries out my God, killed them all
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The man the authorities to blame
For somethin' that he done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he been
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bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' mysteriously
I didn't do it, he says, and he throws up his
I was robbin' the register, I hope you understand
I saw them leavin', he says, and he
One of us had better up the cops
And so calls the cops
And arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New night

Meanwhile, far away in part of town
Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
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Had no idea what kinda shit was to go down
a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time that
In that's just the way things go
If you're you might as well not show 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 Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out, they looked middleweights
They into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just her head
Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one's not
So took him to the infirmary
And though this man could see
They told him he could identify the guilty men

Four in the and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they him upstairs
The wounded man up through his one dyin' eye
Says, wha'd you bring him in here He ain't the guy!
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The man the came to blame
For that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one he could-a been
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Four months later, the ghettos are in
in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, for somebody to blame
Remember that murder that in a bar
you said you saw the getaway car
You think you'd like to play ball the law
it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget you are white

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

Rubin could take a man out just one punch
But he never did like to 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
the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And a horse along a trail
But then took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a

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

Rubin was falsely tried
The was murder one, guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they baldly lied
And the newspapers, all went along for the ride
How can the life of a man
Be in the palm of some fool's
To see him framed
Couldn't help but me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where is a game

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