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DUNCAN Paul Simon Couple in the next room Bound to win a prize They've been going at it all night long 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 the 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 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-we I was about as destituted as a kid could be And I wished I wore a ring So l could hock it I'd like to hock it I seen a young girl in a parking lot 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 I seen that girl was the road to my survival Just later on the very same night She crept to my tent with a flashlight And my long years of innocence ended She took me to the woods Saying here comes somethin' and it feels so good And just like a dog I was befriended I was befriended Ooh, ooh 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, I know, I know I know ....

    


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