Writer(s): Steve Cropper, Otis Redding

Sittin' in the mornin' sun

I'll be sittin' when the evening comes

Watchin' the ships roll in

Then I'll watch 'em roll away again

I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay

Watching the tide roll away

Ohh, I'm just sittin' on a dock of a bay

Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia

Headed for the Frisco bay

'Cos I have nothin' to live for

Looks like nothing's gonna come my way

So I'm just sittin' on a dock of a bay

Watching the tide roll away

Hmm... I'm just sittin' on a dock of a bay

Just wastin' time...

Look like nothing's gonna change

Everything still remains the same

Well I can't do what ten people tell me to do

So I guess I'll remain the same, yes

Sittin' here restin' my bones

And this loneliness won't leave me alone yeah

It's two thousand miles I roam

Just to make this dock my home

So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of a bay

Watching the tide rolling away

Hmm... I'm gonna sit on the dock of a bay

Wastin' time...