(Sittin’ On The) Dock Of The Bay   Otis Reding (#1 in 1968), Michael Bolton

Sitting in the morning sun,  I'll be sitting when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in,  And I watch 'em roll away again
Sitting on the dock of the bay,   Watching the tide roll away
I'm just sitting on the dock of the bay,  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  
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
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...  
Chorus   (Whistle)