G | B7 | |
Sit | tin’ in the mornin’ | sun. |
C | A | ||
I’ll be | sittin’ | when the evenin’ | comes. |
G | B7 | |
Wat | ching the ships roll | in. |
C | A | |||
And then I | watch | ’em roll away a | gain, | yeah. |
G | E | ||
I’m | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay, |
G | E | ||
watching the | tide | roll a | way. |
G | A | ||
Ooo, I’m just | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay |
G | E | |
wastin’ | ti | me. |
G | B7 | |||
I | left | my home in | Geor | gia, |
C | A | |
hea | ded for the ’Frisco | Bay. |
G | B7 | |||
’ | Cau | se I’ve had nothing to | live | for, |
C | A | ||
And look like | not | hin’s gonna come my | way, |
G | E | ||
I’m | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay, |
G | E | ||
watching the | tide | roll a | way. |
G | A | ||
Ooo, I’m just | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay, |
G | E | |
wastin’ | ti | me. |
G | D | C | G | |
Looks | like, | not | hing’s gonna | change. |
G | D | C | G | ||
Every | thing | still re | mains | the | same. |
G | D | C | G | ||||
I | can’t | do | what | ten | people | tell | me to do. |
F | D | ||
So | I guess I’ll re | main | the same, yes. |
G | B7 | |
Sit | tin’ here resting my | bones. |
C | A | ||
And this | lone | liness won’t leave me a | lone. |
G | B7 | |||
It’s | two | thousand miles I | roam | ed. |
C | A | ||
Just to | make | this dock my | home. |
G | E | ||
I’m | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay, |
G | E | ||
watching the | tide | roll a | way. |
G | A | ||
Ooo, I’m just | sit | tin’ on the dock of the | bay, |
G | E | |
wastin’ | ti | me. |
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