| Sitting in the morning sun
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| I’ll be sitting till the evening come
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| Watching the ship roll in
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| And I’ll watch em roll away again, yeah
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| (I'm sitting on the dock of the bay)
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| Watching the tide (tide roll away)
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| Ooh, Lord, 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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| I have nothing to live for
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| Seems like nothing’s
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| Gonna come my way
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| Let me hear you say
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| (I'm sitting on the dock of the bay)
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| Watching the tide (tide roll away)
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| Ooh, Lord, sitting on the dock of the bay
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| And I’m just wasting time
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| Look like nothing’s gonna change
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| Everything remains the same
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| I can’t do what ten people
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| Wants me to do now
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| So I guess I’ll remain the same
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| Hey, sitting here resting my bones
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| Cause this loneliness won’t leave me alone
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| Two thousand miles I roam
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| Just to make this dock my home
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| Let me hear you all say now
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| (Sitting on the dock of the bay)
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| Watching the tide (tide roll away)
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| Ooh, Lordy, Lord, now
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay
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| And I’m wasting time, ooh |