Sittin' in the mornin' sun
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I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
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Watching the ships roll in
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And then I watch 'em 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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Ooo, I'm just 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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Headed for the 'Frisco bay
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'Cause I've had nothing 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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Watching the tide roll away
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Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
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Wastin' time
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Look like nothing'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, yes
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Sittin' here resting my bones
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And this loneliness won't leave me alone
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It's two thousand miles I roamed
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Just to make this dock my home
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Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay
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Watching the tide roll away
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Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
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Wastin' time
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[whistle]
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(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
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| Tom Jones |
