Sitting in the morning sun
I'll be sitting when the evening come
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again.
[Yeah/*So/**Now] I'm sitting on the dock of the bay,
watching the tide roll away
Ooh, I'm just sitting on the dock of the day,
I left my home in Georgia,
headed for the Frisco bay
I have nothing to live for
Look like nothing's gonna come my way.
Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what 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
Two housand miles I roam,
just to make this dock my home.