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 |