John Lennon John Sinclair Lyrics

John Sinclair Lyrics

It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care
for John Sinclair?
In the stir for 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?
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
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If
he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He'd be free, they'd let him
be
Breathing air, like you and me


They gave him ten for
two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta set
him free


They gave him ten for two
They got Ali Otis
too.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta set him free


Was he
jailed for what he 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


They gave him ten for two
What else can the
bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
gotta, gotta, gotta set him free