Duncan

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 a fisherman's friend
And I was born in the boredom and a 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
Ooo-Weee I was about destitute 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 innocenece 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
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know