| Sitting in the morning sun |
| I'll be sitting when the evening comes |
| Watching the ships roll in |
| And I watch 'em roll away again |
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| Sitting on the dock of the bay |
| Watching the tide roll away |
| I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay |
| Wasting time |
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| I left my home in Georgia |
| Headed for the 'Frisco bay |
| 'Cause I had nothin to live for |
| And look like nothing's gonna come my way |
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| So I'm just... |
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| Look like nothing's gonna change |
| Everything still remains the same |
| I can't do what ten people tell me to do |
| So I guess I'll remain the same |
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| Sittin here resting my bones |
| And this loneliness won't leave me alone |
| It's two thousand miles I roamed |
| Just to make this dock my home |
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| Now, I'm just... |
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| (Whistle) |
