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Duncan
Couple in the next room, bound to win a prizeThey've been going at it all night longWell, I'm trying to get some sleep, but these motel walls are cheapLincoln Duncan is my name and here's my song, here's my songMy father was a fisherman, my mama was the fisherman's friendAnd I was born in the boredom and the chowderSo when I reached my prime, I left my home in the MaritimesHeaded down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England[Solo]Holes in my confidence, holes in the knees of my jeansI was left without a penny in my pocket.Oo hoo hoo wee I was about destituted as a kid could beAnd I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it, I'd like to hock itA young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a crowdSinging sacred songs and reading from the BibleWell, I told her I was lost, and she told me all about the PentecostAnd I seen that girl as the road to my surviv - - - - - - al[Solo]Just later on the very same nightwhen I crept to her tent with a flashlightand my long years of innocence endedWell, 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 befriendedOh, oh, what a night, Oh what a garden of delightEven now that sweet memory lingersI was playing my guitar, lying underneath the starsJust thanking the Lord for my fingers, for my fingersfade out:(3x)
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