“Two thousand miles I roam…just to make this dock my home” — Otis Redding
Shortly after performing at the famous Monterey Pop Festival in 1967 (Kongo was there, BTW) Otis Redding wrote “Dock of the Bay” on a houseboat in Sausalito, California. Here Kongo sits on a dock in Sausalito taking in the morning sun. Quite a journey.
Sittin’ in the morning sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evening comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch them roll away again, yeah
I’m sittin’ 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 the Frisco Bay
Cuz I’ve had nothing to live for
And look like nothing’s gonna come my way
So, I’m just gon’ sit on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
Looks 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, listen
Sittin’ here resting my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home, now
I’m just gon’ sit at the dock of a bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
Listen to this great song here: Dock Of The Bay
Kongo looks like he’s in need of his morning coffee!
Great song. Cool journey.
I see you had more adventures with FR, too.
She has been on the go!
Thank you.
Ruthie is getting a bit tattered from all her travels. She needs a makeover. Thinking of fixing her to poster board. Hope that won’t make her too stiff!
What a great adventure. Really like this.
Thanks, glad you like it.
Bueno, es arriesgado poeastr sobre un cle1sico entre los cle1sicos sin caer en tf3picos. Te ha salido un post contenido y sobrio, muy apropiado a esta cancif3n eterna, una de las me1s bellas escritas nunca. Aunque como bien dices ya nunca sabremos hasta df3nde habreda llegado Otis con su mfasica si no se hubiera ido tan pronto, a med me sigue doliendo el imaginar tantas canciones maravillosas que no pudo cantar o componer por haber fallecido.