Cooder, Ry - Guantanamo Lyrics

You never missed your water till your [?] and dried
You never missed your baby till she said goodbye
Never thought the righteous path till it was gone
Never missed your soul till 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 telling you for the last time

At Guantanamo, no place to be
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo, oh Jesus say
You can't come back from Guantanamo
Can't come home from Guantanamo

At Guantanamo, no place to be
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo, hear with I said
Little children know that you can't come home
Ain't going back from Guantanamo

Guantanamo, no place to be
Guantanamo, you best keep away
Guantanamo
You can't come back from Guantanamo
Can't come back from Guantanamo