Lyrics Guantanamo - Ry Cooder

Guantanamo

You never missed your water 'til your well ran dry
You never missed your baby 'til she said goodbye
Never tried the righteous path 'til it was gone
Never missed your soul 'til you lived it out
In Guantanamo
In Guantanamo
In Guantanamo
You can’t come back from Guantanamo
Now we climbed down off the mud and the slime
We thought about it and wondered why
Led on, we made a real round wheel
Composed a song with a real good feel
Who than Jesus, they let it on
We took the wrong turn with a big
Your God is dead, now you better try and find
I’m tellin' you for the last time
At Guantanamo, no place to play
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo, what would Jesus say?
You can’t come back from Guantanamo
Can’t come home from Guantanamo
At Guantanamo, no place to play
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo, hear what I said
Little children know that you can’t come home
Ain’t goin' back from Guantanamo
Guantanamo, no place to play
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo
You can’t come back from Guantanamo
Can’t come back from Guantanamo