Couple in the next room's bound to win a prize Cause they've been going at it all night long And I'm trying to get some sleep But these motel walls are cheap And lincoln duncan is my name And here's my song And here's my song
My father was a fisherman my mom a fisherman's friend And I was born in the boredom and the chowder When I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes And i, I headed down the turnpike For new england Sweet new england
Had holes in my confidence And holes in the knees of my jeans And I was left without a penny in my pocket And ew-whee I was desitute as a girl could be And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it I'd surely hock it
I met a young girl in the parking lot She was preaching to the crowd By singing sacred songs and reading from the bible Well I told her I was lost And she told me all about the penticost And I seen that girl as a road to my survival
Later on the very same night She crept to my tent with a flashlight And these long years of innocence ended Took me to the woods I said her comes something that feels so good And just like a dog I was befriended I was befriended
I said what a night What a garden of delight Even now that sweet memory lingers I was lying under the stars just playing my guitar But I was thanking the lord for my fingers For my fingers
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