| G | B7 |
| Sitting in the morning | sun; |
| C | A | |
| I'll be | sitting when the evening | comes. |
| G | B7 |
| Watching the ships roll | in |
| C | A | |
| And I | watch 'em roll away a | gain, yeah. |
| G | E |
| Sitting on the dock of the | bay |
| G | E | |
| Watching the | tide roll aw | ay. |
| G | A | |
| I'm just | sitting on the dock of the | bay |
| G | E | |
| Wasting | time. |
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I had nothin to live for
And look like nothing's gonna come my way
So I'm just...
repeat chorus
| G | D7 | G |
| Look | like nothing's gonna change |
| D7 | C | G | |
| E | verything | still remains the same |
| D7 | G | F | |
| I | can't do what people tell | me to do. |
| D | |
| So I guess I'll remain | the same. |
Sittin here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
It's two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now, I'm just...
repeat chorus
(Whistle)