| Sittin' in the morning sun | 
| I’ll be sittin' when the evening come | 
| Watching ships roll in | 
| And I’ll watch 'em roll away again | 
| Lord, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Watching the tide roll away | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time | 
| I left my home in Georgia | 
| Headed for the Frisco bay | 
| I have nothing to live for | 
| Looks like nothings gonna come my way | 
| So I’m gonna sit on the dock of the bay | 
| Watching the tide roll away, ooh Lord | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, oh | 
| Look like nothings gonna change | 
| Every, everything still remains the same | 
| I can’t do what ten people tell me to do | 
| So I guess I’ll remain the same, yeah | 
| Sittin' here resting my bones | 
| This loneliness won’t leave me alone, no | 
| Two thousand miles I roam | 
| Just to make this dock my home | 
| Now, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Watching the tide roll away, yeah | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, oh yeah | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, time, time, oh | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, time, time | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, time, time | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, time, time, oh | 
| Sittin' on the dock of the bay | 
| Wasting time, time, time |