Guantanamo - Ry Cooder

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