LOCKED UP AT GUANTNAMO BAY Sitting in this tiny cell I've been sitting in my private hell They got their ways of making me talk But I don't have anything to tell Locked up at Guantnamo Bay Watching the weeks roll away Locked up at Guantnamo Bay Wasting time... I went back to my home in Kabul Looking for my wife and son The soldiers put me in shackles And they wouldn't tell me what I'd done Locked up at Guantnamo Bay Watching the years roll away Locked up at Guantnamo Bay Wasting time... Looks like nothing's gonna change I'm stuck here drowning in my shame I just do what these people tell me to, Got no choice or they leave me black and blue Sitting here with broken bones They beat me then they leave me alone 8000 miles from home No family, friends, or telephone Locked up at Guantnamo Bay My whole life has been stripped away Locked up at Guantnamo Bay Wasting time... I grew up in Afghanistan, I've always been a peaceful man I wasn't with the Taliban, why don't you try to understand? Mohamed can you see me now? I'd pray but I've forgotten how Just tell these thugs to leave me alone And help me find my way back home... Sitting on the Dock of the Bay by Steve Cropper and Otis Redding Copyright 1967 Lyrics and revised musical arrangement by The Compassionate Conservatives Copyright 2004 The Compassionate Conservatives Visit our web site for additional background information about these lyrics. http://oregonwaterfalls.com/cc