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