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?
They gotta set him free

Now if he'd been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
Or if he'd been in 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?
They gotta set him free

They gave him ten for two
They got old Lee Otis, too
They gotta set him free

Now was he jailed for what he done
Or representing everyone?
Now, free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Set him free, lift the lid
Send him home to his wife and kids

They gave him ten for two
What else can those bastards do?
They gotta set him free