Down in Guantanamo, we've still got the ball and chain Down in Guantanamo, we've still got the ball and chain That pretty piece of Cuba, resolved to cause many pain When you light up in Cuba, you won't feel the same again Down in Guantanamo, still waiting for the pink cigars Down in Guantanamo, still waiting for the pink cigars Being a preacher promised, still guilty with no charge There's smoke in the forest, and the tumour is growing large Down in Guantanamo, we've still got the ball and chain Down in Guantanamo, we've still got the ball and chain There's a long road to travel, for justice to make its claim Let's bring down the gather, let the prisoners say his name We've still got the ball and chain We've still got the ball and chain Let the prisoners say his name Let the prisoners say his name