Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My sentiments exactly, courtesy of Otis Redding:

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun.
I’ll be sitting when the evening come.
Watching the ships roll in.
And then I watch ’em roll away again.

I’m sitting on the dock of the bay.
Watching the tide roll away.
I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay
Wasting time.

I left my home in Georgia,
Headed for the ‘Frisco bay.
‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for,
And look like nothing’s gonna come my way.

So I’m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay,
Watching the tide roll away.
I’m sitting on the dock of the bay,
Wasting time.

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.

Sitting 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.

Now, I’m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay,
Watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay,
Wasting time.

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