| Sitting in the morning sun
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| I’ll be sitting when the evening comes
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| Watching the ships roll in
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| Then I watch them roll away again
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| Yeah I’m sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time
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| I left my home in Georgia
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| Headed for the 'frisco bay
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| 'cause I’ve had nothing to live for
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| Look like nothing’s gonna go my way
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| Look like nothing’s gonna change
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| Everything still remains the same
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| I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
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| So I guess I’ll remain the same
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| (Listen)
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| Sitting here resting my bones
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| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
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| (Listen)
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| Two thousand miles I roam
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| Just to make this dock my home
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| Now I’m just gonna…
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| I’m just sitting here baby
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| All you’ve gotta do for me
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay baby |