John Sinclair

It ain't fair, John Sinclairv
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stir of breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free
If he'd been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Sellin' dope and making hay
He'd be free, they'd let him be
Breathin' air, like you and me
They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free, free
They gave him ten for two
They got Ali Otis, too
They gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free
Was he jailed for what he'd done?
Or representing 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
Alright
They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
They gotta, gotta, gotta, set him free



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Writer(s): John Winston Lennon
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