| Sittin’in the morning sun
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| I’ll be sittin’when the evening comes
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| watching the ships roll in and then I watch them roll away again, yeah
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| I’m sittin’on the dock of the bay
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| watching the tide roll away
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| I’m sittin’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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| because I’ve had nothin to live for
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| and look like nothin’s gonna come my way
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| So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
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| watchin’the tide roll away
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| I’m sittin’on the dock of the bay
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| wasting time
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| Looks like nothin’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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| Sitting here resting my bones
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| And this lonliness won’t leave me alone
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| It’s 2,000 miles I’ve roamed
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| Just to make this dock my home now
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| I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
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| watchin’the tide roll away
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| I’m sittin’on the dock of the bay
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| wasting time |