Lyrics:

(SITTIN'' ON) THE DOCK OF THE BAY- written by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper- lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just threedays before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin- #1 for 4 weeks in 1968Sittin'' in the mornin'' sunI''ll be sittin'' when the evenin'' comeWatching the ships roll inAnd then I watch ''em roll away again, yeahI''m sittin'' on the dock of the bayWatching the tide roll awayOoo, I''m just sittin'' on the dock of the bayWastin'' timeI left my home in GeorgiaHeaded for the ''Frisco bay''Cause I''ve had nothing to live forAnd look like nothin''s gonna come my waySo I''m just gonna sit on the dock of the bayWatching the tide roll awayOoo, I''m sittin'' on the dock of the bayWastin'' timeLook like nothing''s gonna changeEverything still remains the sameI can''t do what ten people tell me to doSo I guess I''ll remain the same, yesSittin'' here resting my bonesAnd this loneliness won''t leave me aloneIt''s two thousand miles I roamedJust to make this dock my homeNow, I''m just gonna sit at the dock of the bayWatching the tide roll awayOooo-wee, sittin'' on the dock of the bayWastin'' time(whistle)