Letra de John Sinclair (Remastered 2010)
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 meThey 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 freeIf 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 onThey 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 FreeThey 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 nowWas 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 rightThey 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