by Otis Redding
Intro 4 bars of G (Bass and drums first two bars)
G | B7 |
Sittin' in the mornin' | sun |
C | A | |
I'll be | sittin' when the evenin' | comes |
G | B7 |
Watching the ships roll | in |
C | A | |
And then I | watch 'em roll away a | gain, yeah |
|
G | B7 | |
I | left my home in | Georgia |
C | A |
Headed for the 'Frisco | Bay |
G | B7 |
'Cause I've had nothing to | live for |
C | A | |
And look like | nothin's gonna come my | way |
|
G | D | C |
Looks | like, | nothing's gonna change |
G | D | C |
Everyt | hing still re | mains the same |
G | D | C |
I can't | do what | ten people tell me to do |
F | D |
So I guess I'll re | main the same, yes |
G | B7 |
Sittin' here resting my | bones |
C | A | |
And this | loneliness won't leave me a | lone |
G | B7 | |
It's | two thousand miles I | roamed |
C | A | |
Just to | make this dock my | home |
|
G | D | C |
Looks | like, | nothing's gonna change |
G | D | C |
Everyt | hing still re | mains the same |
G | D | C |
I can't | do what | ten people tell me to do |
F | D |
So I guess I'll re | main the same, yes |
G | B7 |
Sittin' here resting my | bones |
C | A | |
And this | loneliness won't leave me a | lone |
G | B7 | |
It's | two thousand miles I | roamed |
C | A | |
Just to | make this dock my | home |
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G | G | G | E |
G | G | G | E |
G |