103. (Sittin' On)
The Dock Of The Bay
(Otis Redding-
O. Redding/S. Cropper)
Sittin' in the mornin' sun,
I'll be sittin'
when the evening comes.
Watching the ships roll in,
and then I watch 'em
roll away again.
I'm sittin'
on the dock of the bay,
watching the tide__
roll away.
Uuh,__ I'm sittin'
on the dock of the bay
wastin' time.___
I left my home in Georgia,
headed for the 'Frisco bay.
'Cause I've had
nothin' to live for
and looks like nothin's
gonna come my way.
I'm just gonna sit
on the dock of the bay,
watching the tide__
roll away.
Uuh,__ I'm sittin'
on the dock of the bay
wastin' time.___
Looks 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.__
Sittin' 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.
I'm just gonna sit
on the dock of the bay,
watching the tide__
roll away.
Uuh,__ I'm sittin'
on the dock of the bay
wastin' time.___
Vissla...
I'm gonna sit
on the dock of the bay,__
wastin'__ time.___