Lyrics:
to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings
on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tides roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
Left my home in Georgia
I was headed for the Frisco
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on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for
on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tides roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wasting time
Left my home in Georgia
I was headed for the Frisco
A flock of birds
Hovering above
Just a flock of birds
That's how you think of love
And I always
Look up to the sky
Pray before the dawn
sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time
Yeah I left my home in Georgia
Headed for
of brass
The french cook served them chocolates
And some cold cuts on the grass
Louilla ripped her zebra pants
In the polo lounge
And errol flynn was not let
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Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em
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