Duncan

Couple in the next room

bound to win a prize:

they've been going 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,

I was left without a penny in my pocket ....

Oo-oowee, 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

A young girl in a parkin' lot

was preaching to a crowd,

singing sacred songs

and reading from the Bible.

Well, I told her I was lost

and she told all about the Pentecost,

and I seen that girl as the road to my survival,

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,

sayin' "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

lyin' underneath the stars

just thankin' the Lord

for my fingers,

for my fingers ...