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 Ooh-oowee, I was about destituted as a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it 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 I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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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