| 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, yeah
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| I’m sitting on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh, I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay 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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| Because I’ve had nothing to live for
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| And look like nothing’s going to come my way
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| So I’m just going to sit on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh, I’m sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time
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| Look like nothing’s going to 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, listen
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| Sitting here resting my bones
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| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
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| 2000 miles I’ve roamed
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| Just to make this dock my home
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| Now I’m just going to sit at the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| Ooh wee, I’m sitting on the dock of the bay wasting time |