| 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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| And I watch 'em roll away again
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| Yeay
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Uh-uh
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| I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time-(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 had nothin to live for
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| And looks like nothing’s gonna come my way
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| So I’m just…
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Uh-uh
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| I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting ti-i-ime)
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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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| Sittin here resting my bones
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| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
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| It’s two thousand miles I roamed
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| Just to make this dock my home
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| Now, I’m just…
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Uh-uh
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| I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting ti-i-ime
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| (Whistle) |