Sitting in the morning sun
I´ll be sitting when the evening comes
watching the slipe roll in
and I watch them roll again.

Sitting on the dock of the bay
watching the tide roll away.
Sitting on the dock of the bay
wasting time.

Left my home in Georgia
headed for the Frisco Bay.
I´ve nothing to life for,
looks like nothing gonna come my way.

Looks like nothing´s gonna change.
Everyday still remains the same
I can´t do what ten people tell me to do
so I guess I´ll remain the same.

Sitting here nothing my bones
and this business won´t leave the alone
2000 miles I´ve roared
just to make this bay my home.