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 give him number two
What else can the judges do
Got to, got to, got to, got to set him free
If he'd been a soldier man
Shooting Gooks in Vietnam
If he was the C-I-A
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
They got Ali Otis too
Got to, got to, got to, got to 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
Got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to set him free