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DuncanCouple in the next roomBound to win a prize They've been goin' at it all night long 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 into boredom and to chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in maritimes and 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 Oo-o wee I was about as destituted as a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it I'd like to hock it I seen 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 seein' that girl was the road to my survi-ival Just later on the very same night she crept to my 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 |