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DuncanCouple in the next roomBound to win a prizeThey’ve been going at it all night longWell, I’m trying to get some sleepBut these motel walls are cheapLincoln Duncan is my nameAnd here’s my song, here’s my song.My father was a fishermanMy mama was the fisherman’s friendAnd I was born in the boredomAnd the chowderSo when I reached my primeI left my home in the MaritimesHeaded down the turnpike forNew England, sweet New EnglandHoles in my confidenceHoles in the knees of my jeansI was left without a penny in my pocketOo-we I was about destitutedAs a kid could beAnd I wished I wore a ringSo I could hock, I’d like to hock it.A young girl in a parking lotWas preaching to a crowdSinging sacred songs and readingFrom the bibleWell, I told her I was lostAnd she told me all about the PentecostAnd I seen that girl as the roadTo my survivalJust later on the very same nightWhen I crept to her tent with a flashlightAnd my long years of innocence endedWell, she took me to the woodsSaying here comes something and it feels so goodAnd just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended.Oh, oh, what a nightOh what a garden of delightEven now that sweet memory lingersI was playing my guitarLying underneath the starsJust thanking the LordFor my fingers,For my fingers