High Tenor
Vocal Percussion
Lead
Baritone
Bass
Matt Atwood
Adam Rupp
Chris Rupp
Andrew Umphrey
Joe Fine
Coming Soon!
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
And I'll be sittin' when the evenin's done
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch 'em roll away again

*I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time

I left my home in Georgia
I headed for the 'Frisco Bay
Now I've got nothin' left to live for
And looks like nothin's gonna come my way

*Repeat

Look's like nothing's gonna change
Everything remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same

Sittin' here restin' my bones
This loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roam
Just call this dock my home

*Repeat
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