Ceci n'est pas une pipe

szombat, április 30, 2005

sittin on the dock of the bay

lyrics as recorded by Otis Redding December 7, 1967, just three days before his death in a plane crash outside Madison, Wisconsin

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come
Watching the ships roll in

And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away Ooo, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' timeI left my home in Georgia

Headed for the 'Frisco bay
'Cause I've had nothing to live for
And look like nothin's gonna come my way
So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, yes
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 gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Oooo-wee, sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time