Sittin in the morning sun,
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I`ll be sittin' when the evening come,
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Watching the ships roll in,
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And I'll 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, ouh,
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I'm just 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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Look like nothings gonna come my way,
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So I'm just go sit on the dock of the bay
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Watching the tide roll away,
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I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay,
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Wasting time
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Look like nothings gonna change,
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Everything still remain 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, yes,
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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 go sit at the dock of the bay
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Watching the tide roll away, ooh
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Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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Wasting time
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(Sittin` On) The Dock Of The Bay
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| Otis Redding |
