John Sinclair - 2010 - Remaster

It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathin' air
Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stir for breathin' air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
And what else can the judges do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
If he'd been a soldier man
Shootin' gooks in Vietnam
If he was a CIA
Sellin' dope and makin' hay
He'd be free, they'd let him be
Breathin' air like you and me
Fight on
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free
They gave him ten for two
They got old Lee Otis, too
They gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free now
Was he jailed for what he done
Or representin' everyone?
Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids
All right
They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta set him free
Free