From: rogers@calamari.hi.com (Andrew Rogers) {t:Sitting on the Dock of the Bay} {st:Otis Redding} {c:intro G G G G} [G]Sitting in the morning [B]sun I'll be [C]sitting when the evening [A]comes [G]Watching the ships [B]roll in And I [C]watch 'em roll away a[A]gain {soc} {c:Refrain} [G]Sitting on the dock of the [E7]bay Watching the [G]tide roll a[E7]way I'm just [G]sitting on the dock of the [A7]bay Wasting [G]time [E7] {eoc} I [G]left my home in [B]Georgia Headed [C]for the 'Frisco [A]bay 'Cause I [G]had nothin to [E]live for And look like [C]nothing's gonna come my [A]way So I'm just... {c:Refrain} [G]Look [D]like [C7]nothing's gonna change [G]Every[D]thing [C7]still remains the same [G]I can't [D]do what [C7]ten people tell [G]me to do [F]So I guess I'll re[D]main the same [G]Sittin here resting my [B]bones And this [C]loneliness won't leave me [A]alone It's [G]two thousand miles I [B]roamed Just to [C]make this dock my [A]home Now, I'm just... {c:Refrain} {c:Ad lib G G G E7} ---end song