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Couple in the next room
Bound to win a prize
They’ve been goin’ at it all night long
Well,I’m trying t 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-ooo-oo wee I was about
destituted as a kid could be
And I wished 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
singing sacred songs and
reading 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-val

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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