blind melon
john sinclair
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