Paul Simon
Duncan
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
A young girl in a parking lot was preaching to a crowd singin sacred songs and Songtextereading 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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