(SITTING ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY

(O. Redding)

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Sitting in the morning sun - I'll be sitting till the evening comes,
Watching the ships roll in - and I want to roll away with me, now

I'm sitting on the dock of the bay - watching the tide, roll away
Sitting on the dock of the bay - wasting time.

I left my home in Georgia - headed for the Frisco bay
'Cause having nothing to live for - looks like nothing's gonna come my way,

Now I'm gonna sit on the dock of the bay - watching the tide, roll away
Sitting on the dock of the bay - wasting time.

Looks like - nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do - what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same...

But sitting here and resting my bones - and this loneliness won't leave me alone
yeah, two thousand miles I've run - just to make this dock my home

Now I just can sit on the dock of the bay - watching the tide, roll away
Sitting on the dock of the bay - wasting time.

[HORNS]

Yes, sitting here and resting my bones - and this loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles I've run - just to make this dock my home

Now I just can sit on the dock of the bay - watching the tide, roll away
Sitting on the dock of the bay - wasting time.

Sitting on the dock of the bay - wasting time [AD LIB]

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