Lyrics:

(SITTIN'' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY**lf**- written by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper**lf**- lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just three**lf**days before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin**lf**- #1 for 4 weeks in 1968**lf****lf**Sittin'' in the mornin'' sun**lf**I''ll be sittin'' when the evenin'' come**lf**Watching the ships roll in**lf**And then I watch ''em roll away again, yeah**lf****lf**I''m sittin'' on the dock of the bay**lf**Watching the tide roll away**lf**Ooo, I''m just sittin'' on the dock of the bay**lf**Wastin'' time**lf****lf**I left my home in Georgia**lf**Headed for the ''Frisco bay**lf**''Cause I''ve had nothing to live for**lf**And look like nothin''s gonna come my way**lf****lf**So I''m just gonna sit on the dock of the bay**lf**Watching the tide roll away**lf**Ooo, I''m sittin'' on the dock of the bay**lf**Wastin'' time**lf****lf**Look like nothing''s gonna change**lf**Everything still remains the same**lf**I can''t do what ten people tell me to do**lf**So I guess I''ll remain the same, yes**lf****lf**Sittin'' here resting my bones**lf**And this loneliness won''t leave me alone**lf**It''s two thousand miles I roamed**lf**Just to make this dock my home**lf****lf**Now, I''m just gonna sit at the dock of the bay**lf**Watching the tide roll away**lf**Oooo-wee, sittin'' on the dock of the bay**lf**Wastin'' time**lf****lf**(whistle)