Sittin' in the morning sun,
I'll be sittin' in the evening calm.
Watchin' the ships roll in,
then I'll watch them roll away again.
Uh -huh, sittin' on the
dock of the bay
Watchin' the tides roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
I love Georgia
And the Ro mans
I'm at my home in Georgia,
headed for the Frisco Bay
I have nothing to live for,
looks like nothing gonna come my way
Sittin' on the back of the bay
Watchin' the tides roll away
Sittin' on the back of the bay
I'm tired of roamin'
Looks like nothing's going
to change
Everything will remain the same
I can't do what these people tell me to
So I guess I'll, so I guess I'll,
so I guess I'll remain the
same
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Go home, home, go home
Go home, go home, go home
Sittin' here restin' my bones
And this loneliness won't
leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dark my home
Sittin' on the back of the van
Watchin' the times roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Oh yeah
I'm tired of runnin'
I'm sittin' I'm sittin'
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
I ain't got a thing to do
Watchin' the ships roll away
It's time to roll it
It's time to run it all around
I left Georgia
I left Georgia
I left Georgia for the last time
On the back of the van
Watchin' the time roll away
I love, I love Frisco
South of Georgia, I love Frisco
I'm oh I'm sick
I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick, yeah
Watch as the tide rolls away
Slowly rolls away
I'm sick, oh I'm sick