Duncan - Paul simon
Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize They've been going at it all night long Well, I'm trying to get some sleep But these motel walls are cheap Lincoln Duncan is my name And here's my song, here's my song. My father was a fisherman My mama was the fisherman's friend And I was born in the boredom And the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the Maritimes Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England.
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
I was left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-we I was about destituted
As a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring
So I could hock, I'd like to hock it.
A young girl in a parking lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading From the bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told me all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road To my survival
Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well, she took me to the woods
Saying here comes something and
it feels so good
And just like a dog I was befriended,
I was befriended.
Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Just thanking the Lord
For my fingers, For my fingers.
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