No, No Guantanamo
Mind, my business is wherever I go
Me and my horse, Guantanamo
Pull in to town just an hour past dawn
Tired and hungry but my spirit is strong
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
A man rode up and said my name’s John Brown
They call me sheriff, I run this town
I’ve been searching for a horse thief that looks like you
You’re a man on a horse well I guess that’ll do
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
They feed my dinner in a rusty cup
I never seen a lawyer, nor a jury, nor a judge
I lost track of how many years
All they ever told me was I’d die in here
All they ever said was I’d die in here
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
Right before I died I had the craziest dream
I lived in a land where the people were free
Never would they let them innocent ones
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
No, no Guantanamo
Never would they let them innocent ones
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
Never would they let them innocent ones
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
Never would they let them innocent ones
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
Never would they let them innocent ones
Suffer for a crime that they had not done
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