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Sitting in the morning sun |
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I'll be sitting when the evening comes |
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Watching the ships roll in |
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And I watch 'em roll away again |
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Sitting on the dock of the bay |
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Watching the tide roll away |
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I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay |
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I left my home in Georgia |
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Headed for the 'Frisco bay |
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'Cause I had nothin to live for |
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And look like nothing's gonna come my way |
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Look like nothing's gonna change |
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Everything still remains the same |
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I can't do what ten people tell me to do |
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So I guess I'll remain the same |
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Sittin here resting my bones |
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And this loneliness won't leave me alone |
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It's two thousand miles I roamed |
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Just to make this dock my home |
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Now, I'm just stitting ... |
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