Duncan lyrics

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 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
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 destituted
As a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring
So l 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 tne 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

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
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 Lond
For my fingers
For my fingers