| Sittin' in the morning sun
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| I’ll be sittin' when the evening come
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| Watching ships roll in
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| And I’ll watch 'em roll away again
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| Lord, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away
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| 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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| I have nothing to live for
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| Looks like nothings gonna come my way
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| So I’m gonna sit on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away, ooh Lord
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, oh
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| Look like nothings gonna change
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| Every, 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, yeah
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| Sittin' here resting my bones
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| This loneliness won’t leave me alone, no
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| Two thousand miles I roam
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| Just to make this dock my home
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| Now, I’m just sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Watching the tide roll away, yeah
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, oh yeah
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, time, time, oh
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, time, time
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, time, time
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, time, time, oh
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| Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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| Wasting time, time, time |