| G | B |
| Sittin’ in the morning | sun |
| C | C | B | Bb | A | |
| I’ll be | sittin’ when the | ev | en | ing c | omes |
| G | B |
| Watching the ships roll | in |
| C | C | B | Bb | A | |
| Then I | watch ’em roll | a | w | ay ag | ain |
| G | E | |
| I’m | sittin’ on the dock of the | bay |
| G | E | |
| Watching the | tide roll a- | way |
| G | A | |
| I’m just | sittin’ on the dock of the | bay |
| G | E | |
| Wastin’ | ti ---- | me |
| I left my home in Georgia |
| Headed for the Frisco Bay |
| ’Cause I had nothing to live for |
| and look like nothing’s gonna come my way, so |
| G | D | C |
| Looks | like n | othing’s gonna change |
| G | D | C |
| Everyth | ing still re | mains the same |
| G | D | C |
| I can’t | do what ten | people tell me to do |
| F | D |
| So I guess I’ll rem | ain the same |
| Sittin’ here restin’ my bones |
| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone |
| These two thousand miles I roamed |
| Just to make this dock my home |