Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
It’s a place where you don’t go down
|
If you want to go fancy
|
For the folks of the boondock town
|
They’re gonna treat you like a nancy boy
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
It’s a place where the lights go dim
|
When you talk to the ladies
|
And the bar’s where you drink 'til you swim
|
If not they’re gonna call you baby boy
|
(Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks)
|
But if you’re on the run, and looking for some fun
|
You know what I mean
|
I think you’re bound to find that this old place
|
Is gonna fit you like a dream
|
Why don’t you come on down?
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
It’s a place where the con men go
|
For a drink and a story
|
Where the face of the Lord won’t show
|
You’ll never hear them singing 'Glory Hallelujah'
|
(Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks)
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
But if you’re on the run, and looking for some fun
|
You know what I mean
|
I think you’re bound to find that this old place
|
Is gonna fit you like a dream
|
Why don’t you come on down?
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks
|
Down by the docks, yeah, down by the docks |