Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Billy Burnette
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again
Yes I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time, wastin' all my precious time
I left my home in Georgia
I was headed for the 'Frisco bay
And I've had nothing to live for
Looks like nothin's gonna come my way
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time, wastin' all my precious time
Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
And I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same
I'm just sittin' here restin' my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time, wastin' all of my time
I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Yes, I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time, wastin' all of my time
Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay was written by Otis Redding & Steve Cropper.