| 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
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| Then I watch them roll away again, yeah
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wastin' time
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| I left my home in Georgia
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| I’m headed for the Frisco Bay
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| I’ve had nothing to live for
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| Like nothing’s gonna come my way
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| I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wastin' time
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| Looks like nothing’s gonna change
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| Everything 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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| Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river
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| Left a good job in the city
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| Workin' for the Man every night and day
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| And I never lost one minute of sleepin'
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| Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been
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| Big wheel keep on turnin'
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| Proud Mary keep on burnin'
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| And we rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river
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| Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
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| Pumped a lot of tane down in New Orleans
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| But I never saw the good side of a city
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| 'Til I hitched a ride on the riverboat queen
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| Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river
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| Rollin' |