John Sinclair Songtext
von John Lennon

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