| 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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