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.
Watchin' the tides roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
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
Looks like nothing's going
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
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Go home, go home, go home
Sittin' here restin' my bones
And this loneliness won't
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
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
I ain't got a thing to do
Watchin' the ships roll away
It's time to run it all around
I left Georgia for the last time
Watchin' the time roll away
South of Georgia, I love Frisco
I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick, yeah
Watch as the tide rolls away