Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize They've been goin' at it all night long Well I'm tryin' 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 a 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 It's left without a penny in my pocket Oo-o wee I's about as destituted as a kid could be And I wish I wore a ring so I could hock it I'd like to hock it
I seen A young girl in a parking lot preaching to a crowd singin 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 survi-ival
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 sayin' "Here comes somethin' 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 playin' my guitar lying underneath the stars Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers for my fingers
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