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2005-10-05 8:06 AM Nothing to say I've got nothing to say,
and it's taking too long to say it. Ray Charles had Georgia on his, Mine? Nothing. I don't want to work, but I don't want to bang on de drum all day either. So I'm with Otis Reddding, Wasting time. Sittin in the morning sun, I`ll be sittin' when the evening come, Watching the ships roll in, And I'll watch 'em roll away again, yeah, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, Watching the tide roll away, ouh, I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay, Wasting time. I left my home in Georgia, Headed for the Frisco bay I have nothing to live for, Look like nothings gonna come my way, So I'm just go sit on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away, I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay, Wasting time Look like nothings gonna change, Everything still remain 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, yes, Two thousand miles I roam Just to make this dock my home Now I'm just go sit at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away, ooh Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wasting time Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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