125 - (SITTIN ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY - Otis Redding

 

 

Sitting'in the morning'sun

i'll be sitting'when the evenin comes

watchin the ships roll in

then I watch'em roll away again

sitting on the dock of the bay

watchin the tide roll away

just sittin on the dock of the bay, wastin' time

 

 I left my home in Georgia

 headed for the frisco bay

 'Cause I've nothing to live for

 look like nothing's gonna come my way

 so I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay

 watchin the tide roll away

 just sittin on the dock of the bay, wastin' time

 

look like nothing gonna change

ev'ry thing still remains the same

I can't do what ten people tell me to do

so I guess I'll remain the same

 

 sittin here resting my bones

 and the lonelyness won't leave me alone

 it's two thousand miles I roam

 just to make this dock my bay

 so I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay